Tov, tov…

Francis Pedraza
Jan 22 · 1 min read

The philosopher’s sadness is born from knowledge,
But a child’s eyes see only joy.

Can you foresee the divorce,
And still celebrate at the wedding?

Would you shake a hand,
If you knew what it had done?

Knowing all sadness,
And now this fresh wound,
Do you choose to be happy,
To say Yes to life?

Or to be sad,
To grieve the tragedy of life,
To weep for what could have been, should have been?

The philosopher turns another page, looking for Hope,
For Justice, for Love to triumph in the end!

But slowly, he realizes, he won’t find an answer, written in the stars.
No matter how hard he works, no matter how far he looks,
No matter how many lifetimes he lives,
There is no final proof, no universal theorem.

Life poses a single question of every person,
that only the heart can answer.

Yes, or no?
Happy, or sad? Epic, or tragedy? Joy, or sorrow?
Bless it all, or curse it all?

Happiness is the ultimate revenge.
No-one and nothing can steal my joy.

Bless it all.

lowercase: poetry

Every poem, an explosion. Spirit moves through all beings who let it. Move through me!

Francis Pedraza

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lowercase: poetry

Every poem, an explosion. Spirit moves through all beings who let it. Move through me!