A Promise of Color The rain has hushed... A silent hymn of what the soul can find. The rain has hushed, the silver curtain drawn, A final, quiet, dripping from the leaves. The world exhales a scent of moss and lawn, A stillness lingers, born of what it grieves. The heavy sky, a canvas bleak and wide, Begins to split, a tear of brilliant gold. A single beam where light can now reside, A gentle story, perfectly told.

  🪴 Sowing Seeds: A Poem on Grounded Hope The Earth, the Hands, and the Breath of Calm The Hands of Peace This ground remembers every seed I’ve sown, The silent hope in every stone I’ve thrown. Here, I am free to simply stand and be, A breath of calm for both the plant and me. There's a profound peace in working with your hands and connecting with the earth. This is a moment of calm, found in the simple act of tending to new life.         A Breath of Calm  T he soil, a canvas for my hands to trace, A quiet rhythm in this sunlit space. Each breath I take, a gentle, silent prayer, As life and hope unfold within my care.