we find it when the rain stops,

light comes through.                       yesterday morning

looked nice

 

find it in the leaves scattered in piles waiting for the wind

to scatter

 

hope in the plane flying over

run out to see

 

i found hope in the mountains here

a home, a refuge plain

 

and simple things, the ordinary

become as sacred in our life

and brings a sort of hope

 

we can hold onto

cherish inside of us

 

without

there may be

nothing……..