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Hope

Hope lives in the heart
Of the bird
That
Sings in the silence
Of winter

Hope shines in the spirit
Of one
That
Has overcome
The pain
Of a broken heart

Hope lives in the body
Broken
And tired
From one too many
Obstacles
Yet, continues to
Heal and live

Hope shines in the soul
Battered and bruised
That
Continues on the path
To wholeness
Knowing that tomorrow
Or this very night
Something-called love
Something-called light
Something-called a miracle
Can
And will make
everything alright

©Ramona L. Skidmore 2009

May I

May I know the joy
sitting in the silence
of trees
brings

When the sun shines
may I lift
my face
to feel its'
warmth

and when the wind blows
may I offer my hands
in greeting
so that the breeze
flows from my fingertips

May my body feel
the happiness
from the rain
touching my skin

When night falls
may I know the beauty
of a special star

and may I
never stop appreciating
the wonders and magic
offered from the moon

And after these experiences
may I be open
to experiencing them
again and again

May I always have a heart
that rejoices in the love
that is given

May I always be grateful
for friendships shared
and the stories
we weave

And, most importantly
may the zest for life
and living
never
leave

~Hugs~
©Ramona L. Skidmore 2009