Weathering
  
 What is raised up in a storm of bright hope
 lifts the heart, too. We work together
 to make dreams come true. Can we make them stay?
  
 We tend, cultivate, patch, paint, and repair—
 year after year after eventful year—
 and our dreams support us, provide a roof
 to shelter honorable, essential work.
  
 For a while. For the winds of change decree
 nothing lasts for always in the same way.
 Cathedrals can combust in Gothic flames.
 Prairie storms can derange the upstanding beams
 of barns that have held our generations.
  
Demolished dreams clear the ground for different seed, 
 those new chapters we mightily resist, but need.
  
 Leslie Schultz