what resonates below in this bent hull but a shimmer from above where the sunlight plays a humble tune on tattered strings stretched all the way out to a crooked horizon
Here’s a humble tune of hope I sometimes play when I feel like I’m swinging in a warped hammock.
Loved it. Thank you. The ability of human beings to create beauty from words (your poetry), to use imagination (your stories) and music from string and wood (your guitar song) is truly one of the most hopeful things we can hang on to. You are absolutely right to call this post what it is — Hope. May you find hope yourself today, as Dickinson would say, “perched waiting in your soul”.
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Thank you for your kindness! 🙏🙏🙏
Dickinson (361):
What I can do – I will –
Though it be little as a Daffodil
That I cannot – must be
Unknown to possibility –
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