All of these things
That come and go
Are handled best by hope
Through storm and stillness
That somehow the better spirit leads
And from this though we can not know
There is deposit for good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In the end it is hope, or faith, and I like 'somehow the better spirit...' because we don't know where these virtues come from. Linda