Solute
At your every spring,
we appear.
Silt,
innumerable, staining, arriving
whirling in grain after grain as the tumbling
flow,
the slurry of once shattered
snow.
To follow us
is to
let
go
of all that was frozen in breathtaking
clarity
and even the rushing, messy, fragrant music
of unconfined hope
for
mercy,
all the while knowing that not even
this
will catch you —
as you have never
not once
left
the ground.
Hope is a story you do not need,
for you are both source
and solution.
You
are
mercy
itself.
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YES!! YES!!!! YES!!!!! Exquisitely written-beautiful-soulful-inspiring. The beautiful truth of that very find line between insight (observation) and knowledge (putting the Awe into words). The place where anything is possible. Thank you!
thank YOU, Tricia. 🙂
“Hope is a story you do not need”
Wow. So beautiful and true. ❤️
Thank you.
Jenn! Thank you. 🙏