Midnight in the Garden of Hope and Sorrow

Do dreams grow among the weeds of doubt?

Like daisies in a dessert.

Do tears water a barren heart?

Like a crocus in a salty sea.

pandoras garden

Does hope sprout from broken dreams?

Like a wheat shaft from unfertilized seed.

Nurture the rose and bare its thorn

Watch the pain fade into tomorrow

Step lightly in this Garden of Hope and Sorrow:

For every wilted dream that you morn,

an abundant more take its place.

Dare to open the box and bask in Hope’s embrace.

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