Distant Hope

 As part of National Poetry Month, I am re-posting an old poem, except now I have new photos taken from the same window where the old poem first emerged

Distant Hope

There are some days

When one is drained.

Curiosity is flat.

Mental strength is strained

And spiritual energy is depleted.

Today

Watching a goldfinch

At the thistle feeder

Outside the kitchen window

Is the only intellectual inquiry I can make

And the only prayer I can offer.

Yet today

It is all I need

To see hope on the wing.

                                    ~ CK

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