While it may often seem
Like we are drowning
Alone in a sea of faces
It has been whispered
Throughout time and space
That under the cool hope of spring
We will turn our heads
Like so many beautiful flowers
Towards the true god
The shining sun
And music will fill our ears
Blossoms will burst forth from our bleary eyes
We will kneel before the question of infinity
And the answer will be love.
Amen, Stu.
Suki
elPintor
Fri 3rd Mar 2017 01:25
The analogy of being, with that of a flower, is so entirely apt to me. We are such moody creatures and could not deny that our faith (in whatever form it exists) waxes and wanes in cycles. It seems all doomed to death and cyclical resurrection.
elP
Stu, how wonderfully well the range of your writing takes us from deadly dark and mysterious to delicate and beautiful, which this poem is. You old romantic you ?
Paul
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<Deleted User> (13762)
Fri 3rd Mar 2017 09:00
I try to avoid saying oh this poem reminds me of something I wrote but in this case I feel there is some slight connection with my last offering here - maybe they have similar endings or hopes. Who knows, I'm still not fully awake, it's raining and I have much to do today which I am putting off by lingering here. Quality writing Stu as always. Cheers, Col