Poems

Permanence

It seems you have lived long with the belief
That nothing is guaranteed
That there is no constancy
in our existence

But how do you explain
the persistence of nature's tendencies?
The sun has not yet failed to rise,
Seasons are as steady as the tides,
Stars have ceaselessly bedecked the nights
In which a moon has always shined

Love has not taken flight
Nor does fear subside
Hate still wields its sword
And ignorance is still a lord

And though these are not all things to laud
They are here now, have never gone;
One can be sure they will persist
to pique our consciousness.
Of this you can be sure.

It is so easy
to live out all our failed dreams,
To dismiss hope's song
To cower before the door
which new possibilities stand before,
To call this reality, pessimistically.

But where dreams lie dead
There can never be growth, never be change.
Of this you can be guaranteed.

So take these hands
that caress all of you,
That long to lead you down that road.
Hear the eternal in my tone,
See my eyes where no lies roam,
Where pain has left its store of wisdom
For the rest of the way.

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