The Hopeless

Each plane set of heaven’s design
visible in its unbearable grandeur
yet elusive to the eyes of men.
Held as they are to this mean earth from whence they first glimpsed light
and where they will fall dark again.

We think those stars countless
for their number like our hopelessness
is beyond our comprehension.
The time to count and hope too brief
for our dust and blood, though of those stars,
to term a revelation.