Promises
are best remembered by the promisee
when all the dust is cleared away,
when sparks of irony will flee
the anvil, as the hammer blows come down
upon a glowing blob of hope.
Although,
the price may be too high,
the words too dear to justify
a reach,
a frantic grasp,
or quell a nagging fear
that all the world is watching as
the enemy stalks quietly
outside the gate.
Not in the galaxy nor in
the petal of a flower, may anyone
presume to hold one fleeting facet of
the truth. Not in the sweep of time
or unimagined space may be contained
its substance.
And when the oath of loyalty is heard,
and words seem hollow, and absurd,
the citizen may smile and shake his head:
No, his promises are best enshrined
upon an open plain
where one must shout into the hurricane
and no one else may hear--then vanishing
into a gloriole of peace.
~
Copyright © Robert Ludden | Year Posted 2013
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