“Hope is both the parent and child of patience.”
—Dr. Martyn Lloyd-Jones
Seeking Hope Rumination race Searching for a solution What can I do? Seeking for answers I beat the ground for advice Why am I in turmoil? My soul is downcast Reliving in circles to create a better outcome— I’m a fool to think my mind can change someone else. The blue jay agrees Wakes me from my absorption I lift my eyes to the hills— I remember where my help comes from Hope— revives my soul.
Your poem brought to mind Emily Dickinson’s “Hope Is The Thing With Feathers.” How lovely there’s a Blue Jay in your poem. In “You’ll Never Walk Alone,” we also see these words:
“At the end of the storm
There’s a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.”
May your day be hopeful and fulfilling!
Hope is one of those things that is always there...if we remember to look for it and hold onto it. But it slips away quickly, like a breeze touching a leaf.