Hope - Phillip Booth

 

 

Old Spirit, in and beyond me,  

Keep and extend me. Amid strangers, 

Friends, great trees and big seas breaking,

Let love move me. Let me hear the whole music,

See clear, reach deep, Open me to find due words,

That I may shape them to the ploughshares of my own making.

After such luck, however late, give me to give to

the oldest dance....then to good sleep,

and - if it happens - good waking.