In the opening of every bud there is decision
enacted in unknown unforeseen circumstance
their holding through winter an act of faith
their unfurling in spring an act of hope
I am open to blue and a warm sky
to healing, renewal and hope
to the fluidity of birdsong in chill air
Copyright © 2022 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife 
Reblogged this on Solitary 4 Tomorrow – in Dialogue and commented:
I love this poem – for me it speaks also of ‘in the depths of god’ – as humans we have always lived in the face of death, knowingly. That is not new. New maybe is that more of ‘us’ are waking up to the fact how much we have allowed dysfunctional institutions to hold our lives ransom. – And from there, it will a long process still until ‘we’ realise that in the in-between time we have, decisions have to be responsible to organise those institutions in a creative systems kind of way so they are of benefit and answerable to those they now are ‘meant to serve’.
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I love this. The intersection between poem and reader, between what I saw and what is read, always delights and intrigues me.
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you are very generous.
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have reblogged this poem as it speaks to me. If you are not happy with that or with my intro, please let me know and I take it down – no argument. Thanks for writing –
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Barbara, thank you for the reblog! I’ve had to read your excellent introduction several times because I am befuddled by covid. I really am in the depths….
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Thats gorgeous Kim! <3
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Thank you Carol!
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