MIRROR POEMS

-- A Hope That Blinds --

John Herlihy

We all know of many a hope that binds,

Its promise reeling us back from the brink.

Less familiar perhaps is a hope that blinds,

Feeling uplifted when in fact we merely sink.

A multitude of hope that may never come true ,

They appear before us only to again disappear.

All the vain wishes and desires that we ever knew,

Our hearts flutter in promise, only to flee the spear.

There, I have said it, what of hope’s promise,

Floating before our eyes as if riding the wind.

All dressed up in sweet anticipation, a novice,

Only to fail us in the end, a promise trimmed.

Hope only puffs us up, making us feel aloof;

Some hope does nothing but blind us to the truth.

-- A Hope That Binds --

John Herlihy

We know of false hopes that merely blind,

Its promise leading us to the lure of a brink.

More familiar perhaps is a hope that binds,

Lifting us aloft when we are in danger to sink.

A multitude of hope that may well come true ,

They appear before as a dream that becomes real.

All the subtle wishes and desires that we ever knew,

Our hearts flutter in promise, the hope we begin to feel.

There, I have said it, with hope always comes promise,

Floating before our eyes as if riding the wind.

All dressed up in sweet anticipation, a novice,

The promise brings benefits with no desire to rescind.

Hope becomes true when it delivers its proof;

There for all to see, the justification of hope’s truth.

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Copyright © John Herlihy 14 September 2020