
AMID THE RUIN, STILL THE BEAUTY
October 9/10 2011
This is a poem that I wrote on October 9th and 10th of this year, based upon a quote by the author Ernest Hemingway " Amid the ruin, still the beauty" It reminds me that no matter where life is at that moment, there is still beauty, there is still renaissance, there is always renewal...God makes each day new. Hemingway committed suicide in 1961, and it is sad that he knew this profound truth, but couldn't apply it.
Amid the ruin, still the beauty
still the dusty trailway beckons to wanderers
Pervasive sadness cannot sway the transformation
Sit among the damage and inspire
Exercising humility once again
after you swiffen your own demise
your own renaissance waits
around a corner that today you’re blinded to
Amid the weeds, still the flower
alone in suffering grandeur
a touch is a million miles away
yet it is forever
Tragic hero spurs his own undoing
Blame cannot be spread
Only mirror tests spot the culprit
Growing stronger throughout dismal times
Amid the ruin, still the beauty
still the memories retain their form
Still the smile replays inside the mind
Still the touch is felt from afar