Hope is a golden leaf
falling to the ground.
It knows that one day
it will become the soil;
it knows that one day
a seed will settle
into its dark arms;
that roots, blind
but seeking still
will spread into the deep.
Gideon Heugh
Poetry | Ecology | Liturgy
Hope is a golden leaf
falling to the ground.
It knows that one day
it will become the soil;
it knows that one day
a seed will settle
into its dark arms;
that roots, blind
but seeking still
will spread into the deep.
Gideon Heugh