let us gather up close all that we have

and hold dear

 

and let us handle this, these priceless

and remarkable things with sober care,

thankful

 

meanwhile let us also be open

to the fresh and clean and new

 

that blank space

that empty page

that song yet unsung

 

to not be limited by what is past

or by what failures we deem

ourselves rightfully charged,

callously laid with trembling

hands upon our own doorstep,

cruel

 

instead let us breathe in the gift

of grace

 

and observe the hopeful glimmer

of early morning mist.

the sun as she stretches and yawns

and says, ‘this is another day, new’

 

let us be brave and eagerly

take a hold of all that glitters

with promise

 

and become the magpie,

collecting the shine

of our very own trove

of treasure, glittering

with hope and

possibility

 

Heather Pound 2024

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