Tuesday, October 28, 2008


Hope floats
as a wispy seed pod
blown by a child into the air.
Do I blow it higher
or keep it in my pocket
for those dark times
when it slips
and I need a wish,
a hope
to cling onto.
You give and take away
echoes through the ages
though eternal hope remains.

-Jan Lyn Lewis with thanks to Friend Peter Lawless