
Entering the forest
of loving relations.
Neither naive goodwill
nor harried hope
can brighten the scene
saturated in a mist of misunderstanding
and resistance to forgive.
The further I travel
the more difficult to discover
paths of light
that connect the
courts of community;
sound also muffled
impossible to detect affection
mutual caring
self abnegation
in the quest for community;
and to find light that reveals
enough of each
to insure awareness of the other
and to obviate obscurantism
that prevents further appreciation
of the other, their values, their love
their shared obligations and responsibilities.
Increasing darkness
shrouds mutual awareness
damaging the processes
by means of which
distinctive identities can develop that are
mindful of others in the family of groups;
instead, identities carelessly acquired
cast off views and judgments,
as well as the curiosity
to imagine and learn
what may be holding back
the abundant good will
lying behind defensive retreat.
June 7, 2021 at 8:30 pm |
Powerful, Dad. I look forward to hearing more about this poem. love, Q.