Ah hopes for the future? The ultimate simple, compelling question of infinitely complex answers. I am so excited to see what today’s Honors students will become. I claim I write to make sense of this world and the hardest questions require the most delicate tools. Poetry then, for me haiku. This is what I have to offer on the future. A benediction of sorts.
The Coming Future
The One Great Mystery We
All Choose to Believe
Be Still, Calm Your Mind
Close Your Eyes, Open Your Self
Let it Reach Beyond
Feel the Tomorrows
In This Day’s Rumbles, Shouts and
Evolving Silence
Glimpse What Emerges
In How Shadows Fall and the
Shifting Forms of light
Touch that Forthcoming
Caress it, Mold it, Breathe life
On Today’s Dull Clay
Hold That Fresh Future
In Your Heart, a New Born and
You It’s Parent Now
So Come, Let Us All
Lend a Voice to Sing That New
Day Into Being
Category: Hope
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Benediction on the 50th Anniversary of the USM Honors College
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Every New Blossom,
Full of Hope and Joy, Recalls
Blooms That Came Before
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Remembering Kent State
Now Fifty Years On
We Still Argue in Guns and
Violence and HatredWill We Never Learn
To Answer With Something More,
Different, Beautiful?Trade Violence For Calm,
Hear Hatred With Love, Guns with
More than Blood and BreathA New Kind of World,
Not One Gone All Blind In a
Furious Eye for EyeSalvation Is Ours,
Found Only With Gentle Hands
Open Hearts, and Time
A Year in Haiku 