The unfolding of a silver-tipped wing,
the visitation of dew to the garden,
while off in the distance a catbird sings,
this is the morning now broken again.
Begonias are leaning pink to the sun,
lavender pansies hide petals with mint,
you look and the day feels already done,
hold on, my girl, the sky is a hint
that even on mornings broken and still
the world is imbued with a wild resilience
falling from hands that will hold you until
silver-tipped wings stir hope and resistance.
Hold on, my girl, love whispers beside you,
the Butterfly Bush is op'ning its purple-bud hue.
Labels: prayer for perseverance