I carried a bushel of anxiety

The weight of which

burdened my spirit

burying Hope

and Peace

each time I tried to empty

the bushel

the basket would fall,

covering the flowering peace and hope flowers

stifling their blooming and

masking their sweet fragrance

Trust seemed distant

Did I have faith?

Carried by others’

prayer lifted the bushel basket

Light shone

And

Peace bloomed in my heart

Hope flowered in my Spirit

and I remembered

how sweet

Grace fills me with Love