So Little

I said so little.

Days were short.

Short days.

Short nights.

Short years.

I said so little.

I couldn’t keep up.

My heart grew weary

From joy,

Despair,

Ardor,

Hope.

Hope

The earth is not a dream but living flesh,
that sight, touch, and hearing do not lie,
That all thing you have ever seen here
Are like a garden looked at from a gate.
Hope is with you when you believe

You cannot enter. But you’re sure it’s there.
Could we but look more clearly and wisely
We might discover somewhere in the garden
A strange new flower and an unnamed star.