Cauldron With No Steam Poem by saranyan bee

Cauldron With No Steam



They say hope is good
- hope is the house
in which faith dwells,
faith that swears by god.

I say desire is the house
from of which all seeds
called hope,
in mortal clusters sprout.

If desires are dead maggots
hopes the bad eggs,
faith is an empty cauldron
from where no steam rises.

Saranyan BV © October 2011

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