Hope is a Human Frailty

M. L. Woldman Uncategorized April 27, 2020April 27, 2020 1 Minute

Hope is a human frailty
which dies in the belly of pragmatism
Pragmatism says: That which has not been done cannot be done

but hope knows better

Hope knows pragmatism to be a lumbering colossus
brittle with reality’s plaster cast

Hope knows not to be humble in future’s blinding gaze
Hope knows to demand more from reality

Because Hope is the glue
which binds possibility to fruition

Hope is the glue
which bind possibility to fruition

all of pragmatism’s fumblings have no answer for it. And we’re all the better for leaving the colossus in the dust.

Published by M. L. Woldman

Published April 27, 2020April 27, 2020

Eli Gross says:

April 27, 2020 at 2:21 pm

The emphasis of that repeated line really hits home

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1. M. L. Woldman says:
  
  April 27, 2020 at 7:30 pm
  
  Thanks, Eli!
  
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Michele Lee Sefton says:

April 27, 2020 at 7:28 pm

I enjoyed hearing the poem. Thank you.

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1. M. L. Woldman says:
  
  April 27, 2020 at 7:29 pm
  
  Glad you enjoyed it. Always glad to have you here.
  
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forresting365 says:

April 28, 2020 at 8:13 am

This is awesome!!! You just gifted me so much joy. Thank You! 🙂

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1. M. L. Woldman says:
  
  April 28, 2020 at 8:43 am
  
  I’m so glad you are joyful.
  
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  1. forresting365 says:
    
    April 29, 2020 at 5:36 am
    
    ❤️
    
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