As the Fool against the Wind
The highest and the least of all must face the severity the darkness has to bring. No one is exempt from pain, sorrow, fear or suffering. One cannot ask the moon and stars to suddenly appear from behind the mist of clouds that curtain their glow upon the frozen earth. Yet, we hope that winter’s pallid shroud is lifted with the warmth of spring as we embrace the renewal of all things. The fool will stand against the winds that dash his dreams into the sand as the tides wash them away. Like so many grains in an hourglass, those dreams pass away within a sea of sadness. The wise man sets sail, permitting the winds to carry him here, there, and everywhere that destiny may lead. No, he does not wait as the fool, bracing himself against winter’s bitter chill, which will soon cover him beneath the frozen soil.
Posted on June 14, 2013, in poetry and tagged darkness, destiny, dreams, fear, highest/least, hourglass, moon and stars, nature, pain sorrow, shroud, sorrow, suffering, tides, wise man. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.