Poetry Sunday: In the Meantime by Tom Hirons
( Note to readers: Oops! I had meant to post this earlier and, in fact, imagined that I had. Silly me! ) I came across this poem last week and it was as if it had been written just for me. It perfectly expressed how I felt - a timely reminder that regardless of the nonsense coming out of certain quarters, the world continues in the meantime. In the Meantime by Tom Hirons Meanwhile, flowers still bloom. The moon rises, and the sun. Babies smile and somewhere, Against all the odds, Two people are falling in love. Strangers share cigarettes and jokes. Light plays on the surface of water. Grace occurs on unlikely streets And we hold each other fast Against entropy, the fires and the flood. Life leans towards living And, while death claims all things at the end, There were such precious times between, In which everything was radiant And we loved, again, this world.