I hear you
In this wilderness
Ambiguous space
This burnt offering.
Bring me
Words and wildflowers
That I may drink deeply of life
For I taste its wonder
Infinite fascination
Boundless vision
Lost in the mystery of hope
For I rejoice in the beauty of each moment
As your soft kiss
Will take me to heaven
And pain is washed away.
Life From A Park Bench 
Yes, that is the hope! Always good to read your words…hope all is well.