Hope

I had a vision of a man
staring at the moon.
A soft breeze blew onto his face,
he smiled, but still… he stood.

What little true can a man
discover by looking at the moon?
What outstanding detail does
someone notice seeing the big blue?

First tranquil and then troubled,
my mind questions rambled
Can a child grow up to be great, when
dishonesty and despair is all he sees?

Will it be so that hypocrisy and hate
rule what little life is left to live?
And then I asked: What will we do
to cope with what has yet to come?

And while staring at the moon
a soft breeze blew onto my face
and answered…: “HOPE”



Circa 2004