As vegetation is dying
Leaves breaking free
And falling to the earth
I collected hope this morning.
I picked up acorns
As I walked today,
Each a symbol of hope,
The potential of new life.
As I walk amidst
The dying lives around me
I remember the acorns,
The hope I carry in both pockets.
In the face of death
I empty my pockets
Releasing hope to the hopeless,
Calling things that are not as though they are.
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