To Invest in Hope

To invest in hope is the end of what you can do,
It summons all to be all while suspended in voids
And uplifts weakness, insubstantiality, despair
In the face of God or Space - the vast all or the nothing's vast
whichever you prefer to worship
And you worship something, no doubt.

Admist jealousy's chaos and earthquake's rebuke,
In the rubble of time and commensurate misery,
The fear of turning off becomes lit like the sun
And the holiness of anything drips away like oil from the earth
We all must fade away into congealed dissonance, drifting
And giving birth to a thousand vindications each day
So that we may never forgive the past and never trust the future.
In such a place and such a time as this forever, to invest in hope seems futile..

But when everything is still on earth and mind,
When the frog sleeps on the lilly pad undisturbed
When the lilly flower has been closed for the night,
And the waters still below, the gar fish adrift, asleep in the reeds,
And the reflected moon cannot be discerned from its satelite brother -
When everything is so, to have invested in hope is not so bad.