Quiet Desperation

Another day has risen with the sun One more chance to make it right Every day the producer of new hope Burning in many a soul The new sun a promise A life slowly unfolding The petals of the newly budded rose unfurling Exposing the fresh beauty of promise and hope Promise and hope yet unfulfilled *** The petals turn brown and wither They drop off and flutter to the ground one by one Some hastened by the biting wind and cruel storm The cold ground claiming their unfulfilled promise Can you stop and listen quietly? Quiet desperation can be neither seen nor heard By the undiscerning eye Or the deaf ear of busy lives Fulfilling their own promise Stop and listen Profound silence Hush Hear the quiet desperation In your wife Your husband Your co-worker greeting you good morning The store clerk ringing your purchases Your best friend Your child Your lover Your brother or sister The despair of a soul Wilting, withering, dying Lack of care and tending Hastening their departure A casket filled The promise and hope permanently gone Buried in the cold ground A casket fulfilled A life unfulfilled Their quiet desperation forever unheard No one ever knewWhat can I say? Just something I noticed... Written April 1st, 2002 © on Apr 01 2002 12:13 PM PST   0 • 10