Safety Poem by Rupert Brooke
Safety
Dear! of all happy in the hour, most blest
He who has found our hid security,
Assured in the dark tides of the world that rest,
And heard our word, 'Who is so safe as we?'
We have found safety with all things undying,
The winds, and morning, tears of men and mirth,
The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying,
And sleep, and freedom, and the autumnal earth.
We have built a house that is not for Time's throwing.
We have gained a peace unshaken by pain for ever.
War knows no power. Safe shall be my going,
Secretly armed against all death's endeavour;
Safe though all safety's lost; safe where men fall;
And if these poor limbs die, safest of all.
Some perceive safety in death. However, I suppose the enemies in time of war might find safety in the grave as well. But - as Shakespeare pointed out- - perhaps those in the grave dream. If so there is no escape. Safety does not seem to be a possibility here on earth or in it but there would be safety in heaven where one could find The deep night, and birds singing, and clouds flying, And sleep, and freedom
Safety is of paramount importance is times of war and peace. Nice and meaningful poem and thought provoking too. Thanks for sharing.
Safety is the key about life; to overcome the odds. Nice work.
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5/1/2024 7:17:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We must feel secured