And The Greatest
by john blase thebeautifuldue
Until your tears have fermented
they are only water,
easily mistaken for raindrops.
But should you endure the season
your grief might turn to wine,
your sadness might become
the spirit others will travel
far and wide to taste.
Know that the season is often long,
the weather harsh and inappropriate.
There are no guarantees.
Only hope, wait, and see remain.
And the greatest of these is hope.