Kindly Comfort
The Universe is ever kind,
I tell myself. It may be true.
At any rate I soothe my mind
with such-like platitudes, a few.
I tell myself it may be true
that God is good and all is well.
With such-like platitudes, a few,
I walk, I swear, in Heaven not Hell.
That God is good and all is well
is possibly not an outright lie.
I walk, I swear, in Heaven, not Hell,
and can find spurious reasons why.
It’s possibly not an outright lie
that we are headed for salvation.
I can find spurious reasons why
this world itself is not damnation.
That we are headed for salvation
is kindly comfort in our plight.
The world itself is not damnation,
we hope and pray, seeking light.
It’s kindly comfort in our plight;
at any rate I soothe my mind
with hope and prayer, seeking light –
the Universe is ever kind!
Written for dVerse Poetry Forms – The Pantoum and for Poets United's Midweek Motif ~ Kindness.
I hesitated to share such a cynical-sounding piece – a subversion of the Kindness motif. It's not really my way of thinking, more of a dummy-spit actually, because I'm sad just now. However – although I must acknowledge that I have been in receipt of many sweet acts of kindness, which I could well have celebrated and had expected to celebrate – the many problems in our world and our lives lead some people to think the things this poem says. For me it's a mood, for others it may be a lasting world view which they perceive as well-founded. I feel I should apologise for sharing something so pessimistic – but it has validity as part of the human experience, so....