Seed of Hope

Hope nestled into crevices of my soul
a minuscule seed waiting to sprout
roots grew deep into the darkness
born of bitterness

Until at last
fragrant flowers of faith
burst forth from the surface
broke open my stony heart
to produce hope and love

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I love De’s choice of the word hope for Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub, that I just had to write another.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.

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