To see a flower in the Spring, we must
Believe that there is beauty to be had
In gardens we never will control. “Trust
And hope that dirt becomes a launching pad
For raising beauty in this violent earth?”
The cynics scoff but have no solutions,
Because they do not know what beauty’s worth.
Despair’s enchanting, but contributions
To healing the heart’s hidden wounds require
A deeper balm than despair can give us.
Consider that beauty can reinspire
The dry bones of life with a delicious
Wonder. Renew your love affair with life
By planting beauty in the midst of strife.
-Allegra Jordan, 2018.
Reconciliation poetry 