wordsout from Cafe Church poems by Linda Harvey   home


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Hope

I hear a bird in the tree
singing
for me?

For a moment
we are connected.

It stops me thinking
about how I feel.

I listen.
Just be.

My son is on the computer,
laughing. 

Don't expect.
Don't manipulate.

Just be.
The cat is lying, peacefully

for now
the bird in the tree is free.

And me? And you?
We share the pain

which can be transformed
as the road leads us on.

Together
we are one

like the bird in the tree
and me.