A Soft Hush


If you look carefully, there are endless moments
of peace offerings throughout our day. Most are
spoken through hushed, almost inaudible song.
Spilled out with soft whispers and full hearts.

I caught a glimpse of this today while sitting in Church.

An elderly couple sitting with their daughter and grandson
shared a simple, yet stirringly beautiful moment. As the ritual
of peace was offered, the daughter leaned over and gently kissed
her Dad’s cheek and whispered, “peace to you Daddy,” and
extended the same sentiment to her Mom.

It happened so quickly I almost missed it. The pureness
of the moment touched me so deeply it drew tears.

I’m not sure why this resonated the way it did, but
ever thankful for the reminder of peaceful, authentic love and
for seeing it play out in this crazy world.

 

Debbie Hope….Full Of Hope

 

The Delivery


She’s been gone 4 years, 6 months, 7 days.
Yet, she visits religiously
every Thursday,
without fail.

The postman has no clue,
of the bounty he brings
jumbled together,
with a bill from Duke Energy.

She must have purchased
a life long subscription
to watch TV.

To him,
it’s just another magazine-
not to me.

Debbie Hope

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And In The Beginning, There Was Light


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The spirit quite naturally reaches towards light
same as seedlings shoot straight for the sun,
desperate to be free of darkness.
There is one goal…..to grow
A move to the light is fitting.

Sheer delight
when the bulb dances with light,
or a flashlight held to the ear,
to find the tiny spider settled inside
will instinctively rush to the light.

We are meant for the same,
to move forward, change, grow
A resplendent reach.

The shift of the sun
reminds us of this each morning.

Today’s hand reaches forth and pulls us into tomorrow,
however resistant we may be.
Silently, we follow
never certain what we will find,
blind leading the blind,
amazingly sublime.

We drink deeply from the light,
it fuels us for another day.
It warms our blood,
wrestles sadness to the ground.

As you propel towards the light,
don’t forget to dance in the moonlight.

Debbie Hope

Compassion…….Where Does It Live?


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Maybe you’ve felt it,
perhaps it floats to the surface every now and again.

Like a buried treasure,
it can be locked away or reasoned with.
I believe it resides someplace deep and real;
uniquely different from love.

It’s beyond what the eye perceives,
burrowed in the soul
far, far down
nestled with bone, twisted through tendon,
sleeping silently in cells.

It’s everywhere and through everything human
A testament of undeserving grace.

When you’ve seen it, really seen it
rubbed up against it,
smelled its essence
it’s remembered-forever.

Lavish it upon yourself,
wear it like a coat of brilliant reds and golds,
toss it carelessly like confetti….everywhere
It is our human fanfare.

Full of Hope
Debbie Hope

A Perfect Sentiment


I ran across this perfect thought in my daily meditation. It’s from Mark Nepo’s book called, The Book of Awakening. I hope it speaks to your heart as it did to mine.

“Perhaps the purpose of authentic relationship is to help each other keep our minds and hearts clear. “

Such a simple thought, yet so true. I am hoping you have a day, week, and year filled with authentic relationships that fill your heart and clear your mind.

Full of Hope
Debbie Hope

Delivered direct to you from my morning meditation.

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Song of the Earth


The scent emerges first,
A pungent smell of earth,
Up from the ground,
Barren of sound.

Sunshine sparks the frenzy.
Every fiber of soil thrusting,
Quaking and shaking,
Nature in the making.

The Master’s symphony
A chaotic cacophony.
Intelligently designed,
Uniquely sublime.

The gift of renewal,
Wrapped tightly with
Eternal ribbons
Of Promise and Hope.

Never ending resilience,
Accompanied by
Dazzling brilliance.
A song that resounds perfectly
from year to year.

Song of the Earth,
Play on, play on.

There are certain seasons when you can almost see and hear Mother Nature hard at work creating new life. It’s comforting to know that there’s a force so strong that it’s moving the earth below our firmly planted feet. This poem refers to the motion of “moving, shaking, and quaking the earth,” and serves as a reminder that there’s a lot happening in our world that we cannot see. I am eternally thankful for this promise.

Song of the Earth was written as a reminder of the ultimate renewal of life. Not only does this relate to the work being done in nature, but to the emotional work that we, as humans, are engaged in. Growth is the same in nature as it is with life.

      

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