Millpond Poetry
A Speck of Hope
Who are we? Who defines us?
Do I define myself? Does another?
I may say that I’m persevering.
You call me obnoxious.
Which is it?
Who is to be believed?
Of the senders and receivers,
how do we trust anyone? Ourselves?
We say we want good communication,
but with every heart being most wicked and deceptive,
is it possible?
What?
You don’t believe the heart is most deceitful?
Have you ever lied?
That’s why there’s no white in a lie…
no purity…
few words or actions either spoken or lived are without guile.
Indeed, for good communication to exist
we must confront ourselves…
see in ourselves what we say we so easily see in others…
their darkness… their self deceit…
By confronting ourselves…
by removing the log in our own eye
we give others a speck of hope.
Millpond Ink Poetry, 2016
