I Would Speak To You of Doubt

If you asked, I would speak to you of doubt the contradictory foam of Guinness Stout taking shape atop the savored quaff denying all demands to “top it off”. This flimsy reed that blows so sharp a tone we’re drawn to it like hungry dog to bone to gnaw upon its emptiness in vain attempt to cure the world of all its pain. Though doubt can sometimes be the speed bump truths that we’ve been off the tracks in our pursuits of glories that are deeper than our roots and blossom in the glory of spring shoots. For doubt, the hesitation of “false dawn” does not decide if we be king or pawn. John G. Lawless ©1/9/2022