Happy New Year! To those
who will have none,
A wish that knows too well it cannot
Perhaps one ought not wish so futilely;
ought, that such not be alone.
Yearning is the price one
pays for hope,
Nor can one hope unless one would
Each futile wish makes paradise more sure,
world's supernal scope.
Yet there are those who find
such wishes cheap,
Easy substitutes for sacrifice.
wish for good is more than merely nice,
that stir the unguent deep.
would be so nice
if you could sign my guestbook before