Swift
Poem by John Bennett
by John Bennett
18th March 2022
The best would be the gift to heal;
And what exchange could yield that gift?
But hope compels the mind to kneel
And then in silence turn the wheel;
With each rotation short and swift
The best would be the gift to heal.
Rapidity propelled by zeal
Can counteract the need for thrift,
But hope compels the mind to kneel
And make a place for what we feel:
That facts are all too hard to shift.
The best would be the gift to heal,
If doubt determines what is real,
How can that doubt be forced to lift?
But hope compels the mind to kneel;
Confirm each treaty with a seal
That overcomes an idle drift.
The best would be the gift to heal,
But hope compels the mind to kneel.
