seeing is believing

and afterwards what was there left to say
the job's being done that's all that we can see
someone has found the long-forgotten way
and down swift rivers come at last to sea
almost it fills our mouths a sensible taste
of all that we have sought all that we desire
a voice though warns against too-urgent haste
but hopes will rise from even the smallest fire
beginnings are like this though much is still to do
we sense the ending distant in the mist
we long for the last nail to be driven through
believe that obstacles will fall if we just insist
as long as there is sun and days are warm
we'll hope that our wishes receive concrete form