Hope Is a Tree
Well, Christmas has come and gone. Today, as I write this, is New Year's Day, and I am tempted to take down my (pink) Christmas tree -- a thing I have never done!! But -- no -- I am leaving it up, because it represents Hope, and that hope has not yet imprinted itself on my heart. Here is a poem I wrote earlier: Hope Is a Tree Hope is a tree Pink… artificial… silver-clad Light dims when batteries are spent; No life… yet life in the heart. Hope is a tree Sprung from a seed, Alone in a barrel; Thirsty… hungry… Living in moonlight, yet longing for the sun. Hope is a tree ...