I Believe Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The sun will rise each morning, I believe
It is the only certainty I know
And in the cool of evening it will leave.

The hours are short; there is no time to grieve
Some minutes go so fast and others, slow
There is no turning back. There's no reprieve.

The moon is constant. It will not deceive
The stars above, the safe brown earth below.
What's fixed and whole has no need to achieve.

Our human hopes are mainly make-believe
Like paper boats the wind blows to and fro
Like cheap-jack baubles any jay may thieve

There is more pain on earth than you'd conceive
Of. Step aside and let it come and go
Like the free air that you unthinking breath.

There is no turning back, there's no reprieve
This is the only certainty I know
That with the evening the great sun will leave
That after Autumn's apples, comes the snow.