Hope's Wonder

Do not despair

As petals fall

Returning to the earth

For this is not

Hope’s curtain-call

But its humble re-birth

As sullen soil

Reclaims its fruit

And dust returns to dust

The seed of hope

Remains secure

Beneath this transient crust

For in the bloom

Abides the Source

Although we cannot see

He imbues

In Time’s discourse

Hope’s wonders yet to be

© Janet Martin

 Psalms 103:15 As for man, his days are as grass: as a flower of the field, so he flourisheth.