HOW HOPE SPRINGS

Hope may not spring eternal,
but it springs
each season
and each day,

When you are there
to notice,
and to claim it–

in any moment–

with your whole
heart and soul
and mind,

at any place it may reside,
in any of your cells,
peripheral or deep–

and in the beneficial microbes
that, so kind,
within you creep.

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