Monday, November 21, 2016

What I Know



All that is uncertain beneath our feet,
all that we assume is bedrock—
an unshakeable foundation—
is really hope,
nebulous, alluring, beguiling hope.

Hope that somewhere in all the wrong
there is right,
in all that is terrifying
there is a moment of peace,
that the possibility of beauty
lies in every eye that beholds.

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6 comments:

Molly Bon said...


You're in good company Pauline -

"Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul...." ED

Out on the prairie said...

Always nice to read your soothing words

Tabor said...

Hope can be a good basis for solid action.

Wisewebwoman said...

Thanks for this.
XO
WWW

Pauline said...

I am indeed, Molly. Thanks :)

OOTP - thank you. I wish I felt more soothed...

Tabor - it sure can and will be for the weeks and months ahead.

WWW - thanks for coming to read!

Kerry said...

A beautiful poem. Thank you! I prefer optimism over despair.