OF HOPE AND FOLLY

Cherish
is the fuel
of my soul.
An energy of believing
that can
rid our angst
from the seasons of oblivion
when the crops of hope
wither and die.
But if we use the wrong
seeds
tainted by delusion
they may blossom
and appear succulent
while only leading
to spiritual
diabetes
instead of a staple
bringing
illumined vitality.