Night Thoughts November 26-27,2015 - Poem by Daniel Brick
The world, my friend, is so clever:
it turns one of its many faces toward us,
usually the one smiling gently, or
the other familiar one, quaintly melancholic.
We greet the world with tenderness
whenever we sense its fellow-feelings
that link people and place tightly together
and create a wholeness of being we call Earth.
But in our darker thoughts, do we not
sense something alien in the air
we breathe, as if it could choke us
as readily as nourishing us? We become aware
of the relentless mismatch between human
hope and earthly life. What we desire
is never what we receive, or we receive only
a portion of our hope, and this we call despair.
Is the world smiling over us even as we
wrestle with despair, our hands outstretched
to clutch any shred of hope still lingering
nearby, even close enough to grasp?
Or is the world's visage melancholy,
as it spreads its soothing beauty around us?
Does not the air itself prove to be an ally, carrying
our prayers into an overarching sky we still call heaven?
Why not then conclude, after these night thoughts
have tumbled through our minds up to dawn,
the world is not some malformed demi-god,
but our beloved home and we its happy denizens?
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