Words for Wednesday

I think I’ve blogged this poem before, but it feels necessary today:

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from “The Cure at Troy”
~ Seamus Heaney

Human beings suffer,

they torture one another,
they get hurt and get hard.
No poem or play or song
can fully right a wrong
inflicted or endured.

The innocent in gaols

beat on their bars together.
A hunger-striker’s father
stands in the graveyard dumb.
The police widow in veils
faints at the funeral home.

History says, Don’t hope

on this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
the longed for tidal wave
of justice can rise up,
and hope and history rhyme.

So hope for a great sea-change
on the far side of revenge.
Believe that a further shore
is reachable from here.
Believe in miracles
and cures and healing wells.

Call the miracle self-healing:

The utter self-revealing
double-take of feeling.
If there’s fire on the mountain
Or lightning and storm
And a god speaks from the sky

That means someone is hearing

the outcry and the birth-cry
of new life at its term.
Picture found here.

2 responses to “Words for Wednesday

  1. This poem is necessary everyday until we’re safe from this President and his complicit party

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