Hope at the End of the World #3

Like the beacon of Amon Dîn

Hope is kindled

Or the straining of a voice

In a concert-exhausted throat

Hope lies in the proles,

In people coming together,

Uniting as a community

Their mutual love blossoming

Into something far greater

Than the sum of their parts

As in ‘big things,’ Hope

Also lies in the ‘little’

Waiting to be nurished

The opening of a mailbox

After days of speculation and uncertainty

The arrival of a letter from

Dear distant friend

Big or little,

Little or big,

Hope is oft found

In the magic interactions

And shared experiences

Of caring