This we long for:
homes of flourishing,
hearts of abundance,
generous speech and thoughts and hands,
well-watered gardens and evening cool,
children like olive plants,
fruit in season and out,
and ever fruitful words and deeds,
no harvest passing empty,
no word bringing blight,
no failing crop or government,
no cry of distress in our streets,
and the will to will,
the longing to long,
the hope to hope,
the day to come.
The Consolations of Writing 