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. And in that rift, a spectrum starts to form, A soft arch glowing, silent and complete. A testament of what survives the storm, A fragile promise, beautiful and sweet. It bridges earth and air with tender grace, A silent hymn of what the soul can find. A quiet glory in a quiet place, The gentle light that shines for all of kind. It is a pause not born of heavy gray, But one of wonder at the coming light. To watch the colors wash the clouds away, And know the world is still, and yet so bright. The moment holds both peace and vibrant praise, A living canvas for the hopefu...

  🪴 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  The 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. The Silent Hope No hurried thought, no deadline I must chase, Just gentle hands within this quiet space. I mend the soil, I prune the weary vine, And find a peace that feels entirely mine.