Mists Of Time - Transcendence

Hope without end is a towering lighthouse,
A comforting guidepost in mists of eternity.
Both meek and lionhearted mortals espouse
Hope’s power amid tangles of uncertainty.

Faith is that sacred leap into seas of doubt,
That spiritual light within the purview of soul.
Ere long said faith cultivates a lead-off sprout
Within the rich harvest of trust believers extol.

Love prevails in amaranthine mists of time,
Endures all hardship besides uncalled strife,
Softens time apart with memories of sublime
Sips from chalices brimming with elixir of life.

Hope, faith and love transcend mists of time
And often bear fruit when unfolded into poetry.

© Ilija Lukić 2018

Mists Of Time

(Woodlands near Pittsboro, North Carolina USA)