A POEM THAT TO DATE HAS ALSO BEEN SENT TO PRESIDENT OBAMA

Updated: Mar 5, 2019

by Scott Hastie (UK)

Scott Hastie is a renowned author & poet from Edinburgh. He was brought up and educated in Berkhamsted, prior to college studies in Brighton. Scott Hastie’s poetry is regularly featured and showcased in online blogs and web journals around the world, especially in the US and Asia. More recently, his poetic output has been re-edited and consolidated into the spiritually themed landmark collection threads, already widely translated and released to international acclaim in 2016.


I would like to offer as a contribution to conference Global Peace Summit.


A POEM THAT TO DATE HAS ALSO BEEN SENT TO PRESIDENT OBAMA.


In any event, I wish you well and hope to continue our rewarding creative collaboration.

With Fond Regards as ever,


Such Things

Such things happen.

And, for a time,

Under their shriveled cowl

There’s little else we can do.


Never sadder

Or more downcast

Than when bereaved,

Deserted, damaged,

Neglected.


And however deep

We delve

For speedy comfort,

And reassurance

That we cannot help

But yearn for,

When random tragedy

Or the cold cruelty of others

Tarnish the day,

There can be none...


Unless you possess

The zinc heart of a zealot,

Born of the brutalities of others,

There are answers though.

Despite the awful hazards

That, in living,

We have no choice

But to embrace.


How unspeakably sad

That however pure,

However cherished

And safe in times past,

Anything and Anyone

Still here with us


Can still be spoilt

And ruined so,

When left prey

To circumstance

And the callous whims

Of those

Already lost in the darkness.


Legacy though,

Like the light of love

In any infant’s eye,

Remains impervious

To any such violation,

Seeding aspirations that live on.


Inspiration

To rise above a mass

Of malignant possibilities

And, in so doing,

Remind each other of

Just what the human spirit

Is capable of.


There may well be

Times in your life

When you lose sight

Of your soul.

But, trust me,

It can always see you!


A hallowed frequency within

That, even in your darkest hour,

You can always turn to

Knowing that,

When the tortures of self doubt

And the bitterest of all tears

Are in your eyes,

This choice remains forever yours.

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