Mar 18, 2021
2 min read
Hope Reigns
a tanka and haiku
It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives. Nourish it then, that it may leaf and bloom and fill with singing birds. Black Elk
Hope’s coronation.
Despair is dead. Long live Trust.
Seeds of trees of Faith
implanted within our hearts
to shade us when the sun burns.
