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.
April 4, 2020 by Rosemerry
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.
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Oh, Rosemerry…it says so well what we need to hear! Thank you for this simple, beautiful poem!
thank you, Carol … oh hope. how it leads me if only i let it
one foot in front of the other – I never thought about this being Hope’s secret, but it’s so true. Thanks Rosemerry!! What you write and risk and wonder about matter so much! Love to you. Be safe.
oh that hope … I think that’s at least one way it works … meanwhile I am usually trying to get ten steps ahead! I love you so
This is truly a beautiful poem!
I read a poem of Milton Brasher-Cunningham’s the other day and a part of one of the verses was this: “hope is not a return
to what was but staying for what could be”
Those words are on the wheel of my heart and now I will add Rosemary’s as well. Happy Easter!
Thank you, Mary! I am unfamiliar with the poem and poet, but I will look him up now, thank you! Happy Easter!