hope is an ember
that glows faintly in the hearth

its feeble flicker
signs of its struggle
before it subsides
into cold ash

lean close,
breathe on it

bring it
to life

Jodie McCarthy

4 thoughts on “ember

  1. Beautiful poem Jodie. I love that verse in Isaiah 42.3 – a bruised reed He will not break and a smoking wick He will not quench (extinguish)

  2. Love this poem Jodie, the words so encouraging, you certainly have a gift. ‘Hope’ is my word for 2019.

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