The Paradox of Power
by John Herlihy
One dream more powerful than a thousand actualities,
One mystery more powerful than a thousand realities.
What is the true source of power as a force inscrutable,
Just as beauty is a singular vision, indescribably beautiful.
A single drop of water that can become a vast deluge,
A brief moment of solitude offering us unique refuge.
The symmetry of a garden destroyed by a single weed,
Flowers, trees, forests of the earth from a single seed.
Silence of a mountain cave reminiscent of a cathedral,
Silence of the forest reminiscent of a force primeval.
Silence speaks with power drawn from an ancient well,
Eloquence of such silence evocative of a mystical spell.
The awesome military power that proclaims sure victory,
Yet the strategic goals not achieved, only a pyrrhic victory.
What is the good of power if can nothing good achieve,
The power of our faith lies in more than what we believe.
Powerlessness of a helpless person easily confirmed,
The kindness of a helpless person undeniably affirmed.
Frailty as an ocean wave that can harbor hidden depths,
An intimacy more invigorating than a thousand breaths.
The power of stillness to quiet the ravages of the storm,
Inner serenity that we can tap from within as native born.
The power of a gentle gaze that can open a closed heart,
The power of patience that never takes its leave to depart.
One frail, fragile, sad memory remembered over a lifetime,
An act of restraint that echoes the sound of a wind chime.
The power of a word to shape the thoughts of all we know,
All the forces that are released by the power of letting go.
Forces of power can be mountain-heavy or feather-light,
One never knows what to expect, meaningful or slight.
We think we know what power is and all that it entails,
The paradox of power often leads down surprising trails.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Thursday 31 December 2025
Reminds me once again of the power of love, acceptance and forgiveness. Reaping much greater rewards than rejection and hatred.
Ron