Sentinels of the Past...
The black remains of the tree stumps stand still,
silent sentinels of the past, keeping guard over
what was and what remains... reminding us of
the unspoken promises of renewal, of what can
and will be when all the burned remains of lost
dreams are replaced by new dreams and hope.
Hope is the glimmer of light in the darkness.
Hope is trust in the unseen and the unspoken.
Hope is believing in the Phoenix that rises out
of the ashes... trusting that we too will rise!
We must not dwell on what was... was is past.
The present is now and in this space and place
we will create what will be... our future, our hope.
The future holds the promise of possibilities...
Hold on to those and give it your best to make
this promise a reality... your reality.
Kathleen
