Feeling Green

Imagine if that’s all it took;
of all the ways that goodness slipped,
to find it soon upon the hook
two days afar since when you sipped.

And still! It promises no harm.
And yet! It poses as a cure.
For how it gleams and glows with charm.
For why your faith must yet endure.

You’ve long awaited feeling green -
that pang to undermine wears old -
what was foresaw shall be foreseen
as greens unfold as mines to gold.