Days and nights passing,
Dreams of presents, futures thought,
Highly suspect seem,
Because plans can go awry
Leaving us to wonder why.
In the movement of
The breeze the trees sing, their leaves,
Or branches gone bare,
There may be answers among
The voices set boldly free.
Whispers of hope, plans,
Filling space well enough
To guide through turmoil, lead
Into liberty,
Amass the treasure able
To make creation stable.
Longing for some simple sign
Showing one day the design
Imprinted so long ago
Will unleash patterns able,
To help everyone become such
As is wished, all loves may be.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
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