One man’s horizon is another’s destination.
To see far is not to see clear,
but clarity comes when morning hints
a cold shoulder mystique against the fallen night.
And once more, dawn rises over dusk
one day’s ‘yester’ trades places with another’s ‘to’-
never to return for
all is new once more.
4 thoughts on “Hope Arising”
Oooh, I LOVE this one! No cheese here, just a commonality, a single subject treated to 2 viewpoints! 🙂 Love ‘to see far is not to see clear’ – such great thought.
Thanks, Melody. For some reason, where I am right now seems to be living nicely in your work. It is speaking even more loudly.
Perhaps there are seasons in all of our experience that resonate with others…
I’ve been very blessed to have found other poets who, as kindred spirits, are helping me immensely to journey in authentic and non-dualistic ways.