The Dolomites, Italy by Jonas Lang
Your Petals Will Return (Hope Never Fades)

Your Petals Will Return (Hope Never Fades)


Petals laid on the ground

withered and worn

a once brilliant flower

has lost its shine

a lonely stem stands bent over

tired and ready to fall

the winds of grace blow carefully through

picking up every petal, not missing one

and planting them in the roots of the stem

which begins to straighten up again

knowing it must stand firm and tall

preparing for its petals to return soon

and it will…

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I ask not for any crown
But that which all may win;
Nor try to conquer any world
Except the one within.
Louisa May Alcott (via observando)
Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us.
David Richo (via observando)
Pieces of Your Personal History (a poem)


Pieces of Your Personal History

You can forget pieces
of your personal history
when you work with dirt
when you pull weeds
and clip dead flowers
letting the sun
turn your arms and neck
deep red
until everything
is put just right
all that’s left is the water
and since there is no rain
coming soon
you gather up
the green hose
in great armloads
to unleash
your own storm
upon your tiny plot
of earth
let it fall let it fall
and you can forget
for a little while
the empty house
at your back.


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