Hope

After Sorrow comes Hope.

HOPE

Hummingbird heartbeats, hoof beats, a whirring thrum and thrill.

Flight of flicker, fancy, fantasy, fantastic flying yet fearful

Blink and blush, quickly and quietly, keep it buried, keep it below

It could get away, you know.

Skipping, tripping, flipping swiftly slowly silently sounding

Uncatchable; uncageable; unimaginable; so unreal

Barely beyond the brink of minds eye, mine eye

Moody and mopey and dusk, yet merry and maypoles at rising,

My time flies and butterflies and ladybugs and it flies.

Landing only lightly lately like lightning

In a flash, fearsome fire, and it is far fled

Or maybe not, it is near still, to burn and bleed and blossom.

Which peerless path shall it pick to plod or plough?

To turn and till the hearts of all the helpless heavenless hosts

And gift them heaven, a priceless precious princely gift:

Continuing courage, dauntless drive to do what can be done,

But also to bloom, petting petals out upon themselves

To keep and continue, constant, cheerful, cherubic

To lose it is like the loss of life and love and laughter

Celticly knotted, tied and woven with warp and weft

A tearless tapestry of dawning delight.