Sweet Hope

 Hope is a hallowed highway into the Great Unknown...

But this we know, it leads to streets of gold and Heaven's throne.

We press upon a silent stage

The poetry of soul and slope

 And from the nothingness of page

We sense a sweet, unfolding hope

…as green leaf ushered from mute bark

Earth’s bud and blossom luxury  

Inspires us, while it is dark

To hope for what we cannot see

…those things we cannot change or trade

Though for release oft we implore

Upon our heart of hearts is laid

The hope of better things in store

…and as we press on living’s page

The poetry of soul and slope

Its ink-drops fall from pinion-cage

In sweet and everlasting hope

© Janet Martin