#43. Faith and Hope.

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Faith.

In a small unassuming building’s
Small unassuming garden
Dwells the divine:
Sunshine from our one and only star,
A patch of green underfoot.
An oxygen-spewing Badam tree
And its fellow trees, connected.
Communicating underground,
Sharing their resources.

A shiny blue Carpenter bee,
A Red-vented bulbul,
Frangipani blossoms
And Hibiscus in full bloom.
All looking after things,
Tending to what we really need
For our collective survival.
All of Nature, waiting for this to pass.
Waiting. To give us another chance.

~ Tara Sahgal

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Hope.  

At first, I agreed with what they said
About the stillborn stranglehold
Of genes and 'disposition'
That directs the tone of and turns in
Our one and only story.
But then I decided to employ
The ‘willing suspension of disbelief’ -
And it reads so much better now!
To conclude: Life is an Art -
like everything else. 

~ Tara Sahgal

Tiger in a Tropical Storm (Surprised!), 1891 Henri Rousseau. (Henri probably never saw a tiger. He borrowed it from Eugène Delacroix. So can we ❤️)

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

~ Emily Dickinson, 1891.