Legend has it that gushing waves
build when the collective baggage of
a tribe called mortalis becomes too
burdensome to bear. A whirlpool encircles
the bottom of the blue, sending
currents on an upsurge that flows
in all directions. It transmits an
urgent message. Those touched by it
awaken with ripples of healing and
hope.
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What happens when hope ceases to be? If, like me, you’d rather not imagine, please click through Melissa’s blog today. She is keeping hope alive for Japan in a philanthropic way by contributing to Save the Children based on the number of comments collected on her #sixwordfriday post.
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This is a #flashfiction with 55 words, also submitted for Six Word Fridays.
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waves by jemasmith
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we cant give up hope…and thanks for the point to melissa…so cool that people are doing all these little things to make a difference….
Ripples of healing and hope, love it.
The tides always show us that there is an ebb and flow, high and low tides. Perhaps hope is the patience to wait for those high points.
Hope for Japan, Hope for Haiti, Hope for us all.
One people, One love!
xox
Wonderful concept here. So glad I found you via Making Things Up and Six Word Fridays!
Beautifully lyrical.
“Awaken with ripples of healing” – Beautiful.
Love this re-imagining of surging waters as restorative rather than destructive. It definitely inspires.
Healing ripples and ripples of hope. This is my wish.
Wishing for the beauty of a unified and compassionate world is slowly fading into the sunset.
But one MUST have Hope!
Loved your 55 My Friend.
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
While being a legend, your 55 makes a whole lot of sense in terms of being, and remaining in harmony (or out of it) with nature.
Your concrete images give this beautiful poem weight and make it very visual. I admire your style, and I add my voice to all the others who are praying for peace and healing.
Namaste……….cj
wise words.
love the imagery your words paint…
unbeatable 55.
keep hoping.
I have always found my place in the world in relation to the ocean. I love this post and feel an upsurge of hope and foresee ripples of healing thanks to it.
Beautiful Belinda. Ripples of hope. Indeed.
May we all awaken to healing and hope. Powerful suggestion.
Sometimes it is tough to see the bright side of things. Thanks for staying optimistic.
This poem speaks to me on many levels. Water. Rebirth. Creation. Beautiful words here. Took me into the hope zone, and that’s a great place to be!
xoxo
So lovely, Belinda! I could visualize the upsurge….and feel the hope.
Ripples of healing and hope. Oh Belinda, that is such a lovely thing to think about.
Gentle thoughts and wishes. I hope that the people touched have healing. Its message has touched me. Beautiful thoughts here.
Lovely. Really lovely.
What a beautiful one..
Very well expressed about nature..
Nature
Peace xox
Woww.. really lovely sentiments, Belinda.. ways of nature perfectly expressed..
And thanks for the link to Melissa’s blog… such a beautiful gesture..
that was beautiful
Poignant 55 giving hope – I love it.
one word – Beautiful
This is just lovely. The mortalis last week must have carried the weight of ages of neglect. It’s past for the tribe to start paying attention.
I hopped on over to Melissa’s blog and left a note. But also wanted to let you know I was here too. It’s wonderful to see so many caring people.
I don’t know why, but the comment I made the other day never actually showed up – how annoying!
This made me think of all the things that water gives us, Belinda…sustaining life of all forms…and, sometimes, tragically, taking it away…but we need it still.