I’m
not fond
of
needles,
or
needling
in
general,
especially
when
I’ve
lain
on
a bed of them.
So
I will stick
to
the kind
like
pine, and
like
space, ever
reaching
skyward—
to
thread
my
life
with
the hope
that
never fails
to
call my name.
©
2016 Jennifer Wagner
Space Needle Image © 2016 Jennifer
Wagner
without hope we're done. this is beautiful, as well as the verse you reference and I return your words...I needed this today.
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This just rolled out like a lovely apple down a hillside. This is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteLovely! We were there two years ago and we loved it.
ReplyDeleteOh, the images that pour out of your heart... They make me sigh at their beauty.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteGreat work Jen_!
ReplyDelete"to thread my life, with hope that never fails
to call my name"
__Hope calls each day, but life's pouch can wear.
stitch on stitch
that darns my pouch of life
a days needle
Lovely poem, especially "to thread my life with the hope that never fails"
ReplyDeleteA lovely piece - with a delightful wisp of humor.
ReplyDeleteReally lovely Jennifer! One to read and read again
ReplyDeleteLovely poem
ReplyDeleteI love how you out the words together
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Lovely poem and pic
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I admire the reaching for skyward, despite the needles of life ~
ReplyDeletewith 4 boys, I'm guessing a fair amount of needling happens in your house... ~
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