These weeks of March are taking a toll.
The spirit yearns for the snow to melt,
For green shoots and flowers to sprout from frozen ground,
For warm breezes to tickle sleeveless arms,
For the vast ocean to reveal the lost hopes of so many,
For signs that people can live in peace, with love,
For decisions made and new journeys begun.
May I have the presence to breathe, not fret,
To see possibility and hope,
To be grateful, even, for the waiting.
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