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
gently,
carefully
bring it
to life
again
Jodie McCarthy
ember
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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)
Wonderful, thank you for that verse Valmai.
Love this poem Jodie, the words so encouraging, you certainly have a gift. ‘Hope’ is my word for 2019.
I love your word for the year, Anja.