Ivory Hope

Celeste Crandal
Feb 14, 2024
1 min read

What beautiful truth

are you afraid to pull

from the cavern of your heart?

From the deep crevices

of suffering

comes insight.

Like eyes

adjusting

to the murk.

Pupils widen

and distinguish

figures once lost.

Our wounds

bring birth

to new wisdom.

Then love comes

from the ashes

of our heartache.

Ivory hope

places it’s hand

in ours.

Then guides us

to a home

we’ve never known…

~ February 2024

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