The kingdom of love
is hope,
Not promises made—
words said and heard—
But promises imagined
and believed.
The spirit shrinks
because of yesterday,
But trembles and soars
for tomorrow.
Regret is waste
of spirit
While hope ignites the fiery
ions of the heart.
Tomorrow holds all that
there is to want
While yesterdays are lost
and crying for revenge.
Gaze deeply
into the eye of life…
Then chase whatever’s
there to see.
A Hill resident, the author believes that the appreciation of art should not be influenced by the vagaries or prejudices of biography.
