Milk and honey

You can't say that. Off course, you can assert

a lot of other things. For example. The houses

in this town look like weary firemen. The life

we used to live is nowadays hanging around

with the local youth in the city park. The devil

is brooding his ideas in the minds of the rich.

But don't suggest that there's no hope. Don't

mention that there's no future to be perceived.

True. Our world may be bleak. Grim. Wintry.

Desolate. Empty. It may look so arid that only

one bare thread is hanging from the drab sky.

Grab it, seize it, snatch it! Climb into it! As if

your were hunted by grumpy mountain lions.

Lift yourself up, hoist yourself up. Discover.

The vista with the humming farmer's wives.

The horizon with the buzzing honeybee hives.