what I would whisper to the west
It’s the waiting that’s so hard,
or so they say, but it makes sense –
when we Know but want to question anyhow;
the sane approach I’m sure, but sanity?
Not our suit.
Can we explain
what we don’t understand?
When all we know is wind,
but we’ve no doubt that wind uplifts?
No, we can but feel,
and though feeling brings the fear we also find
it brings us warmth
and Hope
And there we hang our hat, on hope –
that peace at last may live among us.
We only have to let it in.
