Hopes and Dreams (Recast)

Hope deferred makes sick, indeed, the human heart,
Always obscure no matter how hard we pray and play our part.
Sick, worried, bereft of dreams, aimlessly we wander
So long in the wastelands of despair, good we no longer ponder.

Oh! what is our life without hopes and dreams, but vain?
And what is life without the Gardener herself to sustain?

Dreams shadowy, nebulous, planted in the nether shallow
By other-worldly hands in the Garden of All Souls Hallow.
How do they take root and grow neath the ground of Mystery?
These hope-filled dreams, ever-growing so elusively?

Oh! what is our life without hopes and dreams, but vain?
And what is life without the Gardener herself to sustain?

How do we enter through the Gate of the Burning Unknown
To pull or pluck our hopes and dreams so vaguely sown?
Or should we wait outside the Gate, vagabonds in begging,
For the Gardener to give us such fruit without charging?

Oh! what is our life without hopes and dreams, but vain?
And what is life without the Gardener herself to sustain?

Oh! what is our life without hopes and dreams, but vain?
And what is life without the Gardener herself to sustain?



Note: Original published in October 2014

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4 thoughts on “Hopes and Dreams (Recast)

    1. Your most gracious words always humble me, Jyotee! I am blushing. . . Besides, your writing is always deep and beautiful and so thought-provoking . . . so wonderful to read when you have the time to write! 🙂

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