Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Like a crocus, hidden deep
Buried beneath cold hard ground,
A bulb beneath crumbling earth
Feeling the chill regress,
The earth – thaws.
Reaching, seeking, yearning for light;
For hope is not insensible
It is rooted, fed, nurtured
– sleeping, but instinctive to life
to it’s call: sunlight, bright
rain, cool breezes, heat and warmth
the yearning to embrace, and grow
Brightly, fully into
Hope, of freedom.
Hope, of joy.
Hope, of flowering