(written 2003)
Resilience resides deep beneath the frailty of resolve,
Dissolving only occasionally to keep itself from breaking.
But from the stubborn jaw that’s set, never to exolve,
Comes a tremble to the lips, that shows the heart is aching.
Many years will come this way, where those (who care) must live,
Alone in the comforting truth, that Truth will someday ring.
And that is why they keep their phones, and that is why they give
Themselves as much time as they need, to mend their broken wing.
And during the time that’s taken, to keep themselves from breaking,
They strengthen and involve themselves in understanding hate.
For all things have their own virtue, even hate that’s in the making,
For in understanding the ways of hate, one can correctly relate.
But when the phone starts ringing and your time starts getting thin,
and there’s tons of people at your house, hanging out in your private den,
Don’t be afraid of the sky above, or of dancing in the rain,
For then you’ll be ready to open up, and for the beginning to begin, again.
-JHJ