Of Muskrats and Molehills and Hope

 

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When many larger animals failed, a muskrat dived and died
for the dot of earth that became Turtle Island. 
We need as strong a creation story now to grow mountains
from molehills of hope, to manifest what grows near the ground.
Imagine tiny hills of hope like the handful of earth that grew on turtle’s back—
hills we will roll together as if we could build a new world.  We can.
Like snowballs into snow creatures, we’ll manifest our mountains
of hope, and dwarf the lies of power which undermine common sense.
 
We can do this.  Already enough hills of hope exist to defeat fear and its close relative hate.  Separately, we could stumble, but connected we can dissolve the barriers.
This is my hope: That earth will thrive if we gather in the ways we’re learning
now, if we listen to earth and move forward united in hard work and joy.

For my prompt "Hills of Hope" at What's Going On?

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