-- When the Old Gives Way to the New –
John Herlihy
When the old world begins to lose its way,
A new world blessedly appears,
To reveal its sublime wonders.
Where the old trodden trails
Dwindle down into dust,
New trails emerge for us to explore.
When the old hopes fade
Into the evening mist,
New hopes are born in the dawn mist.
When the old words
Blend into the whispers of the wind,
New words are given breath to sound.
When the old songs
Die as echoes into the past,
New melodies pour forth to hearts uplift.
When the old pristine air
Turns to polluted smoke and dust,
New ways to clean the air must be found.
We think we know all the old ways,
But what we know of those ways
May no longer be worth knowing.
We don’t rightly know
What all the birds at dawn sing,
Yet dawn brightens with the music they bring.
We don’t rightly know,
What the winds are whispering,
Yet hear it we do, enriched by listening.
Life’s mysteries make themselves known,
But we pay little to no attention to them,
Yet new mysteries still there to pay attention to.
Tomorrow whispers the future,
But its messages we cannot hear,
Yet arrival of destiny we listen to and bear.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Wednesday 15 September 2021
But what we know of those ways
May no longer be worth knowing." says it all.
Diana…
One thing is true, nature will continue to adapt and renew long after we are gone.
Ron