Courtesy: A Dash Of Sunny
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period,…”— Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
The best of time is in your voice.
Worst? In the despot’s whisper
that slowly rises into a cyclone
bringing debris of faith in human kind.
Age of wisdom is in your eyes,
my haven. Foolishness?
In the resolve to extol self
while disparaging all to nothingness.
I dwell in your heart, my epoch of belief.
Incredulity? In springtime motifs
that’s etched in the lip service
of post-truth humans in power.
Your veracity is my season of light.
Darkness? It’s in the abyss of fury
where Lucifer is cloned in thousands
in the hands of the liars and abusers.
You are the spring of hope.
I’ve left the broad highway
to enter through your narrow gate
towards the bliss of your words.
Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights – Come chase oh fleeting thoughts of the moment – [42] over @ A Dash Of Sunny
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Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
Whistles!!❤️💘This is absolutely incredibly penned, Sumana 😀 sigh.. each stanza holds within such emotion and power, especially; “You are the spring of hope. I’ve left the broad highway to enter through your narrow gate towards the bliss of your words” took my breath away! Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support❤️💘
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Yes,we must have faith of those we love and trust when lies and deceit are all around us. We hope that the world might become a better place but sadly there is too much greed around us. Beautifully wriiten words Sumana.
Beautiful culmination in that last verse..
Beautiful words, poignant and heart-felt.”to enter through your narrow gate”
It,s wonderful to find that entry, to have a way to overcome,,
Sumana, I love the way you tied in the quote. It is a lovely, hopeful poem to hold onto. I esp love the last verse.
Entering through that narrow gate is the pathway to faith, hope and peace, safe from the maelstrom without. This is a spectacular and inspiring poem, my friend.
In this poem I see contrasts…between that post truth world and the door off the broad highway where one can find bliss. I think we all have to find that narrow gate!
Love what you’ve sprouted out of the quote, the way you tell today’s social tale in such a personal way. May spring come soon, soon…
That quote is absolute perfect for these days.. could we just hope that we can be taught the lesson without having to pay a price for the world that’s too high.
Oh i like the image of lucifer being cloned in the darkness…nicely written Sumana.
Very beautiful words indeed!! And lobe how you end it.
Your choice of diction makes for resounding verse!
“Your veracity is my season of light”: I loved this.
This poem is so meaningful especially because of its political nature; what’s happening all over the world and even in our country is so disheartening. Where is that bliss but in words?
Well-penned.
-HA
How timely the Dickens quote, how lovely your wonderfully expressive words. I, too, am especially taken with the last stanza. Kudos!
You are the spring of hope.
I’ve left the broad highway
to enter through your narrow gate
towards the bliss of your words.
Truly uplifting ending…
This is so eloquent and – in such a time as this – inspiriting. To find that narrow gate and enter in. Just lovely, Sumana.
Inspired writing. Like the Biblical references and Dickenns quote. Excellent work.
totally in love with this poem….great!
Unfortunately, the despot seems not to be whispering, but shouting these days. I think you know how I mean—and he makes me shudder.
who, not how
A stunning piece.
to enter through your narrow gate
towards the bliss of your words.
Extending the appreciation through excursions into each other’s realm. It gives a certain kind of satisfaction!
Hank
It’s like a zombie apocalypse and we must squeeze through the narrow gate to save ourselves.
Your words always echo with wisdom XXX
You are like a female Buddha. (Don’t take that wrong it’s meant in the best way.) I agree with George you are very wise.
Love can sustain us in some very dark times. Thank you for the passionate reminder of that.
Finest of thoughts woven artistically well in this beautiful poem 🙂