THERE IS A SWEETNESS

THERE IS A SWEETNESS

There is a sweetness to mankind, not always seen by the naked eye
That trickles like a constant dream through every twisted tragic scene.
When the heart sags deep and begins to yearn,
Until the days ignite and slowly burn
And turn our memories crumbling into vagrant ash.
They soar so high above the clouds, ever joyful, strong and proud,
‘til on the jagged rock they crash, and the spirit starts its sinking.

The cruel and random hand of chance that interrupts the carefree dance,
And sets a wise man thinking
On what he’s done to offend the sun,
To antagonize the angry moon
And bring down vengeance on his head so swiftly and so soon.

There is a sweetness to the world, if you dig a little deeper
And plant your seeds of bravery when the hills you face grow steeper.
The myriad kind and gentle souls that offered up their hands to me,
A well of kindness once untapped, a welcome archaeology.

The artifacts of kind reprieve, forgiveness they have shown
On days my feet were cracked and blistered,
Stumbling through this world alone.

There is a sweetness to the vision of a mother and her child,
A father and his wide-eyed son setting off across the miles.
There’s a tenderness in the reverie, the oft-told tale of you and me.
You an angel of mercy sent, our pact of love, our covenant.

There is a sweetness coursing through my life,
That calms the days and soothes the nights.
And trickles like a constant stream
that reignites forgotten dreams.

There is a sweetness to mankind, not always seen by the naked eye,
A sweetness rare, a tender treat, that falls like manna from the sky.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2008
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