Cradled
It’s in the cries Of yesterday We find the purpose Of the present That points us to the hope Cradled in the hands Of tomorrow
Tag: future
Evermore
From the shadows of Past Future is born Clothed in hand-me-downs Many had already worn With strong shoulders Broader than the last Future marches on Carrying the weight of Past Until Past’s threadbare rags Grasp and cling no more Future shines bright Out of the shadows Evermore
Worth
With good intentions I give you a home Within this land Where you may grow Dig deep And flourish Upon this earth It is my hope The future Knows your worth As I gently tuck you In the dirt
The Squall
The snow crinkles And crumples underfoot Tiny, shiny crystals In every nook Of where I’ve been But where I’m going Those future steps The snow’s not showing Again tomorrow More snow will fall On where I’ve been I’ll try to recall Tiny, shiny crystals After the squall
Those Starry Nights
When beyond today Becomes frosted glass When tomorrow comes And comes to pass Those starry nights The same will be A place to dream A dream to see
Collective Rebirth
Looking ahead Into days unknown It’s a mystery Our future’s not shown To inquiring minds Who long for rest Through mundane days We hope for the best For you, for me For the entire earth We wait For a Collective Rebirth
Glimpse
When day goes black Eyes look to the sky To dream and wonder About where and why To remember how small Problems can be When into the vastness Our gaze lets us see Just far enough A glimpse at best To keep us guessing About all the rest
Past, Present, Future
The past is but an echo We try not to forget Yet, it fades with time Into a silhouette ~ The present is as clear As life can ever be We hold the power To open our eyes and see ~ The future takes shape As past and present blend Into a mysterious hybrid Of… Read More Past, Present, Future
Windswept Sky
In another place Some other time When the days of you And I are gone; Different sets of eyes Will see Us in the clouds Forever-free; Decorating the sky – beautifully For those who’ll surely be: Studying the same scene, Questioning and wondering, Searching and asking “Why?” As they scan the windswept sky; To see… Read More Windswept Sky
The Promise of a New Day
Cold, bare; the view frigid The icy landscape; stark, unfair. Unhappy tree roots, pulled out Of the harsh frozen ground As sparse leaves hang on, Stubborn, refusing to drop down. Across the slick frozen surface Flowing water – solidified and white Stands a sad, bare forest; Mixed with lush evergreen pines. Just as all things… Read More The Promise of a New Day
Jessica M. Collette 
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