Saturday, March 12, 2022

Hope

 

Hope has holes

in its pockets.

It leaves little

crumb trails

so that we,

when anxious,

can follow it.

Hope's secret:

it doesn't know 

the destination--

it knows only 

that all roads

begin with one

foot in front

of the other.


--Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer


[Photo of our granddaughter Ella with her best friend Hudson.]



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