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In her own words: Resilience
Resilience
When hope feels buried far too deep
And the rain lashes the soil of your heart, where you planted that minuscule seed, do not despair
The elements do not destroy
They are instruments of divine sunshine
That courses down into the soil of your veins
Even though you are blinded by the rain
The seed is there even here.
Trust in the process and soon, the green shoot will uncurl itself
From the seed and poke its head through the soil.
You will be astonished to see that tiny speck of green
And it will be as though an angel had visited the garden of your heart.
– Sarah Masterson
Sheila Mesick
Sarah your poem carefully, step by gentle step guided me through the process when hope does feel buried so very deep, to the moment when that divine sunshine shines through. How appropriate the final line and thought to be left with, ‘ And it will be as though an angel had visited the garden of your heart.’ A poem of sure hope.
Sarah Masterson
Thank you Sheila! I’m so glad that you liked it.
sara olson-smith
oh, Sarah. This is so lovely. Thank you.
Sarah Masterson
Thank you Sara! I love writing free verse.