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Aug 29
“The freest person is the one with the most hope –“
Gabriel Marcel

Of all the shards of a broken world
That chafe our wounded psyches,
None cut deeper than the
jagged edges that would
exchange our essence for function.

Are we nothing but the pieces we craft,
the spreadsheets we tally?
Are we only the hours we clock?

When we raise our hands to the light
do our fragile bones
appear pale and translucent?

We wander like nomads without a tribe,
banished to a strange and distant land -
exiled from our once inquisitorial selves.

Do you see that distant light?
It calls us to elevate
the blinds of our forgotten dreams.

Its haze obscures the blazenness.
Which brightens with each forward step.
Go ahead, approach if you dare.

Behind that veil stands “Redemption”
who waits patiently for us in the
form of an oracle who coolly whispers,

“Welcome back, my name is Hope.”
This poem is a homage to the French philosopher and playwrite. Gabriel Marcel.
Robert C Howard
Written by
Robert C Howard  Estes Park CO
(Estes Park CO)   
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