April 15, 2017Poem

There is grace in constancy

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There is grace in constancy

Should it be

Well regarded

An enduring trait

Endearing for all its familiarity

Depend on one thing

There is an expectation

Character will be unchanged

Surviving assassination

Even at the moment of death

A motive

Will be recognised

For the truth of its conviction

Found wanting

If temporary communion

Is sought

Change is a hard fought

Battle rarely won

Without weeping

Come the reaping

Wise heads will still fall

But in all honesty

Their landing will be

Cushioned

Rested

On a pillow of gentle hubris

Hot tears softly melted

Frozen hearts

Freshly wrapped

In warm towels

De-constructed

As comforters

With a hint of lemongrass

Cognitions will

Have answers

Considered concepts

Gratefully received

To ensure the consistency

Of kindly disposition

Gracefully acknowledged

In recognition

Of a commitment

To even handed restitution

Of full benefit

To the querulous

The doubtful and the curious.