Hope
the nasturtium had finished
flowering, its seeds dry and lifeless
on the black earth.
Winter had come.
This morning I found
a new plant flowering
with bright orange blossoms
where the seed had once lain.
And I thought
how much like hope this is.
How in the dark night of our souls
after rainstorms of tears
and despair
hope can come alive again,
send its roots deep into our hearts,
grow into that strong plant
of life force
with its passionate flowers
bearing the fruit of renewal.
