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
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

All of Nature, waiting for this to pass.
Waiting. To give us another chance.
Love these lines. They fill me with hope. As do your words on Hope: "Life is Art - like everything else"