When am I most hopeful?
When I am lifted up
by gratitude.
Lifted up
because I love
and am loved.
When I am engaged
in my rituals.
Rituals that connect me
connect me
to the universe
and all that breathe in it.
When silence responds
by creating a space,
a space to stop and appreciate
that gratitude
has been expressed.
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Poetry that honors, supports and celebrates love
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