There’s beauty in the broken.

In the scarred landscape

In the limbs of barren trees

Standing tall and proud

Against the incandescent light

Of each newly dawning day.

In the people.

In their weary eyes.

In the strength of their spirit.

In their undaunted will.

If you look hard enough

You’ll see it all around you.

Life, undiminished, undeterred

Awakening and straining to renew.

© 2018 Jennifer N. Fenwick, #850strong