Happy Easter!ย 

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Heart wakes, Hope rising

On wings of new dawn

Patches of light pulling

Easing through drifting clouds

Floating through the sparkling sea

Lifting, lighting my eyes

Opening its doors

Awakening in my soul, a passion

Threads of life stitched together by stars

Sun sparkling on the sandy shore of dreams.

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Hope is the crystal blue of a mother’s eyes, the clear sky blue of a robin’s egg, a spring day. 

Hope is the sweet smell of cookies baking, warm chocolate chip. 

Hope is ice cream cones, warm blankets, soft feather pillows. 

Hope is comfort, home. Hope is also new, like just finished laundry smelling of lavender & cotton. 

Hope is fresh, wet ink on a crisp Is there Hope in the sea, or does it belong only to the sky? Birds have it in flight, but fish swim fast and glide with it. A heart can glide & fly with even a small bit of Hope. “First star on the right and straight on till morn!” I hear Peter saying. 

Hope is imagination and colours, an entire rainbow full of them. A sky and universe so vast that no human could have created it.

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And so I’m back to God, bringer of Hope, Ultimate Caretaker. We light candles for Hope Eternal but too quickly our tiny flames burn out, extinguished by an ever-present wind: Time. We return to the earth yet Hope remains, to wake again with the sun. 

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Have a Blessed Easter Sunday, filled with hope & love!

๐ŸŒธ Copyright Stacie Eirich April 16, 2017