Hope
Today I felt the heavy pain of the land
Entire forests burned, charred
Entire mountains with blackened scars
The leaves of the valley oaks dulled orange
Not from autumn skies
But from death
Demise
Destruction
Yet then there is this
An angel in the skies bringing life
Color
Salmon and periwinkle
Coral and slate
Her arms outspread to tell us all
All is not lost
In fact, Nothing is lost
The light shows nothing but goodness
Displaying it clearly
A clarion picture of sweet restoration
Suddenly all the pain turns to hope
Hope lifts up joy
Dancing together to the sounds of new life
The flowers are coming
The forests are coming
The animals are coming
Light and life, they are coming
Nothing can stop their singing, their songs
We have felt the dark stinging of smoke for so long
Yet here we are in the crimsons
The blue
The incredible hue
Of sheer beauty
Everything will be restored
Better, even better than ever before
The songs will always carry over the waters
11/3/18
Songs From the River 
Beautiful poem.
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Thank you 😊
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Welcome
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An uplifting read following the previous work, and gorgeous tonalities in the photograph. Maybe we all oscillate, maybe we are all like that. In Buddhism, there is a Wheel of Life which can be seen as just six states of our day-to-day mind: it includes heaven-like states and hell-like states. I can often identify where I am on that wheel.
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Thanks Steve. I think we do all oscillate but the good news is we can choose how we respond to where we’re at, and after seeing this sunset I thought it wise to choose hope. Have a great day!
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Yes! Thank you for a stunning, comforting photo and hope-filled poem.
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Thank you!
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Thanks so much, Jane. I’m glad you enjoyed it and thanks for taking the time to read it.
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