Picture of Hope
On distant hills the golden rays of autumn sit
For just a moment, sparkling like a sequined gown.
So beautiful-this morning hope alluded me and
the world was hard . Their was no looking for
tomorrow, my grief was as urgent as crashing
waves upon a rocky shore.
And now this small gift makes my heart explode
with joy. I see the painting before me and feel
the stirrings of promise. Grass, dry and rustling
beneath my feet, is no longer my enemy. Like the
changing seasons it has its place, its time.
As I have.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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