May there be time and space
for contentment to grow.
For sweet, green tendrils of joy
to unravel
like fern fronds in spring.
Let contentment settle
like a seed in the soil.
Let it send its roots
into the Earth
deep enough to give it purchase.
Let the winds of disbelief
and cynicism
be not so strong.
Let not the rain of self-doubt
nor any fickle frost
cause us harm.
Let the warmth of hope
protect us
like a mother does a child
with guidance
and optimism.
- j woods 2011
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