Hope is an open bottle catching rain,
When thirst comes without water.
A prayer that ceases any child’s pain.
The crevice that brings forth a flower,
Land that is dried and longs for rain,
Life in the desert after a vital shower.
In the airport both the smiles and tears,
As we come and go with expectation,
That God will keep us safe and quiet fears.
What we embrace when life brings sorrow,
Memories we cleave to for consolation,
The dreams we yearn for in our tomorrow.
by JK Caggiano 10/22/19