Though humans are notorious
For being fickle in our whims,
The hope we have is glorious,
And spoken of in odes and hymns,
The hope of light upon the hills,
The kind that streams and scatters —
The hope that comes from knowing love
Is all that really
Matters
It’s gems like this that make me appreciate poetry and the poets you find on here. As always it was a pleasure to read, thank you.