Hope
—an excerpt
Hope is with you when you believe
The earth is not a dream but living flesh,
That sight, touch, and hearing do not lie,
That all things you have ever seen here
Are like a garden looked at from a gate.
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.
Your past as a garden and the you, now,
sitting there reading this, are at the gate
looking over at it or can be. And the lovely idea
that if we look carefully we might find “a strange
new flower and [or] an unnamed star which we missed
when we passed by the first time. Was it a word, or look,
or a doing that we didn’t recognize as a flower?
Did it blossom after we passed by and that is why
we recognize it only when thinking back?
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