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“Stand up for what you believe in, even if you stand alone.” Suzy Kassem
He stood alone in their frenzied midst
till their lungs were spent, exhausted,
and when they finally turned to him
in murmured curiosity
he quietly gave voice to their
demons and shadows and doubts
and, in their place, he made
profound their wild hope.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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I love this poem. I agree that the loudest voice is the least heard.
and, in their place, he made
profound their wild hope.
This is what we all hope to do!
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Thank you for reflecting on it and bring that out Dwight.
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I love the last lines, the gift of a true voice.
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Astrid, many thanks for drawing that out, so glad you liked it.
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Very beautiful indeed.
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Many thanks for that Kally.
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Enjoyed the perspective of this Paul, a voice of clarity nd logic. Aways need ed, and thanks for sharing your voice. Well written!
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Very much appreciate your thoughts on this Rob, many thanks.
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Oh! To make “profound their wild hope”
I LOVE that. Could there be anything better than extending gorgeous wild hope to someone?
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I’m also loving your comment thank you for sharing that.
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I love this… sometimes all it takes is one single person who listens… but the false profets are good at pretending to listen too.
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Too true Bjorn, and thank you for your reflection.
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if only … will they ever be still and hear!
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It will come, I’m sure it will, but sadly only in crisis.
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Great poem – I would love to be able to do that
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Yes, would be amazing
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I’m feeling rather accusatory at the moment, Paul. A nice thought though. I don’t believe that quiet voice will save us. Not even when we have reached that “I told you so” moment. A Vietnam war-style protest is coming before then. But that’s just my opinion.
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Your opinion is valued, we come as we are, and indeed, I don’t disagree, but after the frenzy of protest is over someone(s) needs to to offer possibility, that’s my hope post post protest really. Thank you Tracey.
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A movement needs a clear head. 🙂
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It sure does Gerhard, it sure does.
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This is beautiful. It makes me feel a sense of positive energy.
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My hope really. Thank you Merril
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Great poem! Like the lines, “he quietly gave voice to their
demons and shadows and doubts” That touched me.
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I’m hoping, thank you so much Michy.
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I agree to rothpoetry. Cant say better, Paul! Thank you, and have a beautiful weekend! Michael
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Thank you so much Michael
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I wish to thank you for great thoughtful poetry, Paul!
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Thanks for those encouraging words Michael.
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Always my pleasure, Paul!
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The distillation of the inarticulate voices. I like that idea, and the wild hope. Hopes have to be wild, never tamed.
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Yes, they really do, thank you for reflecting on this.
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🙂
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