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Better days are coming
The darkness will eventually give way to the light
Courage and confidence returns
We strive to make things right
Things will look upward
The clouds will disappear my friend
Brightness comes to the forefront
The sun shines once again
This garden
Has been given to us
What shall we do with it?

Shall we tend it?
Shall we share it?
Shall we make beautiful things grow?

Or shall we plunder it?
Take more than our fill?
And leave it empty, once we have gone?

This garden
Has been given to us
What shall we do with it?

Shall we build shelters?
Invite our neighbours?
Enjoy friendship and share our harvest?

Or shall we build walls?
Defend the borders?
And keep out those, who we do not understand?

This garden
Has been given to us
What shall we do with it?
15th March 2020
 Mar 2020 Little Bear
Caro
March
 Mar 2020 Little Bear
Caro
Hope starts in small things
and becomes a river in spring –
the bright green pop
of a dandelion mandala
pushing up through the asphalt,
the cold March wind which says
hold on, brighter days are coming.
So maybe we live in dark times.
This morning the birds
and the crocus flowers
turned their faces to the sun
and sang, regardless.
Winter is tired:
she longs to lie down
in the arms of spring
among the sweet white blossoms
and the ripening buds
of new beginnings.
There is sap rising up in the bones
of this body, this land.
This is where transformation comes,
where shoots grow from old roots.

So the wind blows.
Maybe it brings change.
Hold on.
Some say don't burn your bridges.
I say, if necessary, let the kerosene kiss it on the lips & watch it turn to ash.
There's always more than one way to cross the water.
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