Sometime Hope

SOMETIME HOPE Sometime in an epoch not too distant from here Where seas are calmer and people care about each other And not their pocketbooks or bank accounts We will have peace Somewhere in time there may be absolution but not if it is dreamt of by misanthropes who begin wars and make victims of us all yet, even then, the dream of peace will continue At times when the wind blows cirrus clouds across gray skies my mind finds hope in that place of peaceful solace within me that strangely hides in plain sight like the aged waiting for their daily walk As adults, we also wait for hope to take us on our daily traipsing through imaginings of wordy minefields to help us know ourselves to grasp the essence destruction of war ingrained in us but our future is out there for us to make better or not The question is, do we have the intelligence and compassion required to survive our own conflicted selves? hope is embedded deep in our core as adults we use the idea of hope as children do the myth of Santa Claus But hope is more than a myth; it is our lifeline to the stars.