the surgeon's hand,
the painter's brush.
the carpenter's hammer,
the hungry touch.
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I like this! Love can make everything seem possible, but one day you wake up and the coffee has turned cold, then everything is illusional. When the going gets tough, the tough gets going.
If I understand the poem correctly, you touch here on a topic of tremendous importance. 'When we believed' We used to believe in many things, We saw some of these things were not true Many of us threw away all believes. When we beleived, life was different. I personally am quite positive about the future. Perhaps this period of less believing will, in the future, lead to a more pure belief in true spirituality rahter than believes in ghosts and lots of superstition, often manipulated by unscrupulous 'leaders'. This poem is really thought provoking. Thanks