The Return of Hope

She walked among silent white trees, her dress trailing the ground, leaving the hem muddy, her feet bare and cold as she stepped close to water, kneeling, drinking.

This morning I listen to a song I love very much, that inspired the name of this blog, and my book – The Little Flower.

This song is full of quiet hope. It is sad, yes, and I remember crying to it and asking for it to be sung at both my sister and dad’s funeral. It especially reminds me of my sister. It’s a conversation between a flower and the singer, where the flower explains things in trust of God. No, she does not mind being in the dark forest, where there are shadows because God is with her. She doesn’t need to be admired in a garden because she was born to be a forest flower. And when the snow comes, she’ll be asleep until the sun kisses her awake once again. 

I had a lovely moment last night when I had lit candles and opened the window to feel the fresh air. An owl was singing outside, and I paused, closed my eyes and smiled. It’s the most magical sound to me, and it’s been such a long time since last I heard it. I feel life returning all around me. I hear birds in the morning, and the light stays longer, seems brighter, as though the sun has regained some of its strength. 

I sit by the window now, watching the light on the birch trees, making me feel spring in my bones. The Equinox is coming up. I dream of standing by the water, in a simple white dress, but it will be too cold for that. I will watch the sunrise, probably in my winter coat, and though it’s less poetic, I’m looking forward to it. I hope to be by the coast this time, and see the sun come out of the ocean. 

4 Comments on The Return of Hope

  1. sarah
    March 14, 2016 at 7:05 pm (3 years ago)

    That is a beautiful song. I love the dusky sound of owlsong too. And I think watching a spring sunrise over the ocean, dressed in a winter coat, your breath drifting white on the air, is a lovely poem indeed.
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    • Anne Linn
      March 15, 2016 at 7:54 am (3 years ago)

      When you put it like that, it does sound like poetry 🙂

  2. Jodi Sky
    March 14, 2016 at 8:05 pm (3 years ago)

    How touching to know the story behind the names of your blog and book. It is both sad and beautiful. Wow, an owl…it sounds so wonderful to listen to it’s call. I’ve only encountered them a few times. They are such mysterious creatures. Your Equinox dreams are just lovely.

    • Anne Linn
      March 15, 2016 at 7:38 am (3 years ago)

      Thanks Jodi. Yes that owl brought magic into my little apartment. I wanted it to go on singing forever.


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