Hope

Hope lives in the sowing,
not in the harvest.

In a hand
placing a seed
in the earth.

Perhaps we will never see
how it takes root
in unknown ground.

Still, we sow.

Because somewhere
a quiet trust endures:
what is planted with care
finds its way.

And sometimes—
light enters
through a door
that seemed closed.

That is enough.

For a heart
that keeps sowing.

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