Our pledge for our children
To order silence from our nascent viscera
To draw inspiration from our noblest instincts
To stretch empathy from our trembling hearts
To see promise in shadows, future in echoes
To hear power in thoughts rendered with love
To mold honor from acts wrought of despair
To restrain, to rise, to remember the cloud
That bound all in the nursery of universe
This our tribute, this our promise
That one impostor cannot divide
What community deems whole
That the guttural throb of the savage
Is muted by voices chanted in chorus
We hold the heart line of dignity
As profound as the creation of stars
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Comments on: "Nebula" (16)
Every generation must choose between good and evil (though some of us don’t believe in such a thing as truth). So beautifully written, Sharon.
Be well.
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Thank you, Adrienne.
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Nebulas are amazing–as profound as anything I know. Well-written, Shari.
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Thank you, Jacqui.
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This inspires me, Shari. Your poetry oozes wisdom and I’m always so happy to see you share it here. My prayer is that truth is seen with eyes wide open and cared for with grace.
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Wow, Audrey, coming from you, who is regarded as a fine poet, this is high praise, and I am very honored.
And YES to your last sentence.
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I just shake my head in awe of you, you know. xx
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Thank you.
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Beauty, both vision and photo!
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Thank you, Roxie.
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“We hold the heart line of dignity” – wonderful line and powerful poem. Beautifully penned.
Sending you, my friend, the heart line of love
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Thank you, Judy.
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I loved this, Sharon! Beautiful!
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Thank you, Suzie.
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I echo your heartfelt sentiments and think you have written how many are feeling beautifully. I particularly like “To see promise in shadows, future in echoes
To hear power in thoughts rendered with love”. We are trying very hard to see the promise in the shadows but I know it is there and I hope with all my heart that “one imposter” can’t “divide”.
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Thanks, Irene, for your comments. I don’t consider myself much of a poet but this one poured out in about an hour after I saw the supermoon. The anxiety about the incoming president boils under the surface of everything.
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