894. Hope.. Faith.. Love.. Poem by V F

quell not my tender desires,
nay tread them not underfoot
those nascent shoots springing up,
from the dregs of my flaked carved heart

harken do, that tiny spurt,
tis from the seed of hope I’v harbored long
looked withered and dried..
but carried in its dried shell… life!

lay dormant, biding its time, forgotten by one and all,
watered daily with gentle showers of faith and love
caressing and enticed each tiny leaf
bursting with promise of new life

ill nurture it with all my might..
no, cannot let it wither now
till it blossoms into a mighty tree,
that nestles us, in its safe sheltering arms..