Hope

Holly Kapusinski copyright

Hope remains

On the Feast of St. Louis Martin and his wife, St. Zelie I remember and embrace my hope.

HOPE

I purchased a rose, bright red on our wedding day.

I held it so tightly, to protect it, that day.

All of my emotions were swirling, like petals in the wind, that day.

My heart was filled to the brim and over flowing that day.

Life began and I started to notice my rose was bruised and rumpled that day.

I prayed and prayed that day.

I couldn’t understand what was happening to my rose that day.

More petals began to fall, that day.

One by one they fell and exposed themselves, that day.

All I could do was silently watch, that day.

All my hopes and dreams seemed to scatter across the Earth, that day.

Now I stand, holding remnants, today.

Holly Kapusinski