Hope

I wrote this poem a few years ago, but I just found it today while cleaning up the computer. I like it. (And I can write more than a Haiku!) It seems appropriate as we enter Advent, and as we come upon the two-year anniversary of the loss of a beautiful sister and friend. Perhaps it will speak to you.

Hope,
I see her in the solitary snowflake 
captured on my mitten,
or the first drop of rain chasing a dry, dusty day.
I have glimpsed her in a sunset,
gently putting the day to rest.
Once, she visited me in a sun-speckled afternoon,
when I forgot my obligations.  
We sat together, inhaling Autumn for a moment.

She lives in the dawn, just before my eyes fully open,
before I remember the body I am connected to.
Though I have betrayed her in my worries,
doubts and fears,
She has remained steadfast in our friendship.
Hope. 
I need only be, and she will stay.