- This resource was originally published by All We Can, and reproduced here with permission for the Season of Creation 2021
- This work may be shared freely, with attribution, without modification
This poem could be read during an online or in‑person service, during a time of personal reflection or prayer.
Hope overflows
In a dry land
Where butterflies dance
In the cascading water
That runs and fills up
The buckets of a community.
A stream of hope
Captured to quench
Sustain
And grow.
In this dry land
Water is drawn up
To bring sprouts of ambition.
The dance of butterflies
Beckons hope in.
For in this dry land they grow hope.
Hope will not disappoint us.