There’s a fierce little word fluttering around in my heart
and I want to bring it to you like a gift I’d leave at your door
in an old blue bottle that I bought for a dime,
washed of decades of dust and disappointment,
and filled with fresh water and a single surprising flower
whispering one single word
because sometimes hope needs to be recycled, too,
and I want you to notice it in your lovely wings,
the divine quiver pulsing softly,
crying out, dear braveheart,
That thing you wished, once upon a time
….wished it so hard it hurt?
wish it again.
knock and ask and call again,
dig and plant and believe again
Open again to the flickers of firsts,
soften again to possibility,
because it’s the stuff that bliss is made of
to let your heart go wilding for it’s true song.
I’m hearing it strong in the whispering winds,
defy the disappointment,
The winner of the drawing for my little monthly zine, Ripplesongs July
(giving me SO much joy, this)
is Michele Bergh,
Package on it’s way, dear one!
Leave a comment and I’ll pull another name
from another hat
(I love this stuff)