13 Musings on Hope

This time of life is always dying now.
But we can live in peace if not in light;
The holy monks are nothing without might.
One day, without the gods of old: a sow.
Perhaps, in time, the love I feel will bow
And then we may of life and death feel fright.
To me it may one day befall, at night.
In sorrow never ending we see the bough
That burns into our mind the hope of pain.
And we believe our hopes from life are naught.
Whatever comes we must not despair yet:
For I believe in hope and trust in rain
That washes away, leaving nothing; let
It find you, become inside what is sought.