“A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley

Friday, February 8, 2013

A Reluctant Truth?

What ingredient
self rising and insistent
explains dogged hope?

What twist of life’s plan,
what warped strain of providence,
grants undeserved loss?

The error may be
thinking goodness in practice
results in its like.


Gail said...

HI JUDY - deep reflection here. I have found that when I do good the good that comes back is often delayed and often too from a source I never expected. That's not t say the kind act itself is not gratifying, it is....I am just often surprised by responses, in a good way way - definitely.
Love Gail

Muffie said...

So, thinking makes it so? That twisting and granting of which you write always gnaws at me, and just I wish I could have that "hope." Alas, I'm usually fresh out of that virtue!

Robert Parker said...

Hope is one of the elements that makes up the universe.

And goodness in practice resulting in its like? If payback's a bitch, it's also a blessing. Can't have light without darkness; can't have darkness without light. Up and down create each other, as the Taoists told us millennia ago.

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Gail, it is usually in my poetry that I try to figure out my
Big issues so, yeah, deep reflection. I'm just lucky that you guys humor me by reading my stuff.

Muff, as you will see by tomorrow's poem, sometimes holding on to that hope is quite difficult.

Robert, I'm going to be a troublemaker here and raise the flag for the belief that the Universe has no order (and therefore no karmic-like response) that is intelligible to those of us with human understanding.

Karen said...

I thought I commented on this Judy. Maybe I didn't Captcha correctly :(

Anyway...another great food for thought poem.

Judy at Peace Be With You said...

Karen, thanks for making the attempt twice. And, yes, food for thought; including, for me.