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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