Photo: Dvora Freedman
After the fire
Come the expelled breath
Of sorrow,
The stripped soul
Of Earth,
The charred remains
Of dreams,
And the held breath
Of hope.
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I like that “held breath of hope.”
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Thank you! 🙂 The promise of rebirth and opportunity is, perhaps, what helps restore hope after devastation …
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Every line so well though through. And may hope win out…I believe it will.
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Thank you, Victoria! May it be so!
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A very apt and well crafted anthem; There will always be Hope.
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Amen. And … thank you!
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I think hope will come with the first green of grass and flowers in her hair…
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🙂 as the trees show in the photo already …
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I like the linking of the charred remains with the breath of hope.
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Thank you! Fire is often a catalyst for some growth that otherwise does not happen. It does not make it less devastating, but there’s hope in the regrowing.
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the expelled breath, like Earth was holding her breath to prevent more damage and harm
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Thanks, Gina. That’s a great interpretation! 🙂
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I am holding my breath in hope. Lovely writing.
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Thank you! I think we all are. For Anchorage now, too….
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“And the held breath of hope.” Wow, what a powerful ending!
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Thank you!
Fire is such a powerful, frightening, transforming force!
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