These are the small mercies
that tend our lives:
spring blossoms, tender cirulean skies,
the eternal and yet ever-changing tides,
the moments in between,
where peace abides.
Tip back your head
and drink the heady fumes
of cherry blossoms
thick upon the bough.
The world we knew and loved
seems to be ending,
but this heady scent
is balm enough for now.
I plant a seed of hope
inside this poem,
to help you ride through
times as dark and these.
I fling it far
upon the springtime breeze.
May it find its loving way to you
with ease.
A small seed of hope for Susan's prompt at What's Going On : Seeds
"I plant a seed of hope
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Oh, you do! You did! The balm you offer is enough for now. How I love this poem!
Planting a seed of hope is needed this spring. May it blossom and spread its beauty.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of planting a seed of hope inside a poem. May all of our seeds within our poems bloom and grow!
ReplyDeleteThe poem has indeed found its loving way to us with ease Sherry. How lovely is its every line. I think you've discovered God's abode here :
ReplyDelete"the moments in between,
where peace abides."
How beautiful!
Poems with the seed of hope...may they find fertile ground and flourish...
ReplyDeleteThese are the kind of small mercies I live for, Sherry, and we have them in abundance at the moment. Our cherry tree is covered blossoms too. I love the idea of planting a seed of hope in a poem.
ReplyDeleteSuch seeds are exactly what we need.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful seed of hope I especially love "the moments in between,
ReplyDeletewhere peace abides" and to "drink the heady fumes of cherry blossoms"
Thank you for sharing that seed of hope Sherry - very much - Jae
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous.
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