There are mysteries,
And miseries.
There are mountains to climb,
And valleys that lull.
There are cries,
And whispers.
And dangers
that sing.
There are times
when we wish
that it just wasn’t so.
And nights when we wish
the days would come.
And the dread…
of the tumbling sea.
There are rainbows
that die,
and clouds that pierce
the hour, like a heaven
with no tomorrow.
And yet, there is hope.
I can’t save the world.
But I can hope.
I can’t forbid or forget.
But I can quench
the thirst of my faith.
For despair is an ugly end.
And if I am being ‘being,’
I sing to care.
I sign a name
that one day will be anonymous.
But for now,
it is a signature
that invites a moment
to embrace
the tranquil start
of a journey
to complete.
And so,
with the slur
of the spring wind beckoning,
the spring hush in our pockets,
and the geese coming home,
It is only but a moment
to contemplate.
What we can do,
to be.
To care.
Amen.
The Spring Hush © 2016 Vivianne LaRiviere
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