Hope Whispers

hope whispers

     in the rustle of limbs

leaves

     lackadaisically float

memories

       dried leaves devoid of color

seasons of marriage as walk on what once was

      now dead

hope whispers

     in the sliver of moon

wondering

       if I am crazy in what I see

beauty

       for me found in ordinary places

that

       others walk by

hope whispers

     softly of restoration of brokenness

where forgiveness

     flows and mercy embraces

undeserved love

     expressed in spite of the pain

remembering

       the good times we have had

19-298y

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