Sometimes the world gets to be too much
On one who feels the weight
Of too many souls
Bearing down on her,
Souls who judge harshly
And deride her dreams,
Who don't believe her worthy
Of their respect,
And she cries;
But then she remembers
The One Who Loves Her Most,
Who never turns His back on her,
Who believes in her
Because He knows her
Heart and soul
And the good she is capable of;
And, suddenly, the weight
Of the others' derision
Becomes as nothing
Before the joy of knowing
True acceptance
And unconditional love.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
Georg
This is really lovely and a nice pen.
Thanks, ~D.