Hopeful Pearls

This is just a little poetry-like thought about hope

Hopeful Pearls by Karen Arizona
I remember how I cried, in overshadowing days of the clouds and releasing tears; like a descending dream in the airs of time and the lonely places of a falling thought. It was a season when the sun and the moon were watching drop after tear drop slip into the raging rivers of dissension. I was angry at myself for crying, thinking I was weak for doing it and I wanted to hide in the forest. But somehow the blue rays of time surpassed the forest, moving the white knuckles of lightning, like a fast dance on the beam, and I was skipping over the river. This was the ways of it, when I was one with the ever turning world and finding the center of healing. The droplets of falling rain were the ricochet of a boomerang that returned to replenish me; its how every tear I’ve ever cried was beaded into a pearl-like tapestry of hope.