Poem: Meditations on 1 Corinthians 13, pt 2 – Hope

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


of love.


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