Hope


Finally, sand bags were filled,

 Stacked up like little sentries, ready to lay down to protect home and hearth…

But what protects hope?

I don’t know, 

Perhaps it is up to all of us…

Today hope

 hopped all over the sand bags,

Tiny beings of brilliant green life reminding me of compassion and possibilities.

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About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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