Hope Blossoms Still

Needed words.

THE BAYOU MYSTIC

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Photo by Bessie Senette

I find myself wondering recently about what it would take for me, a woman of deep faith in Divine Right Order, to become hopeless. Are there not enough global horrors already for that to happen? Then, the evil strikes so close to home that I awaken each day asking what next? I could so easily succumb to the numbness that threatens every aspect of me. Have I become too soul weary to hope for love to conquer all evil? That is the belief that sustains me —  that love always prevails.

01 Photos Besi

Mère Mère

The smile is rare

Captured long ago

Before the bitterroot

Bent her mouth the other way.

How many tragic beats

Does it take a heart

To crystalize?

The Great Depression

Three dead babies

War threatening
A favorite son

The yellow fever

Poverty

The shoulders
I stand on seem invincible

Do I know what…

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