You don’t have to despair.
You don’t have to speak
the tongues of men nor angels
to be understood, pretending.
You only have to let the strength
of love do the talking.
You do not have to pretend you’ve all
the understanding of mysteries & knowledge.
Tell me about hope, yours,
I will tell you about joy.
Meanwhile, the world cries for both.
Meanwhile, hate and the vestiges of war
wreak havoc across the earth,
the cities and small towns.
Meanwhile, the lilies bloom,
throughout the wide fields again.
Whoever you are, no matter how hopeless,
the world is reborn offering great bonanza,
it opens to you like a caring mother,
—gentle and loving—
over and over reminding you
there is hope, there is joy.