I dream a world

after Denise Krebs on the Ethical ELA Open Write today. Denise wrote after Langston Hughes’s poem “I Dream A World.”

—What world do YOU dream?

I dream a world

where Wisdom walks the thoroughfares

holding her lantern high

where Mercy kneels in lamplit paths

unfastening her cloak to enshroud

the transgressed

and the transgressor

where Comfort seeks out the lonely, the broken

to offer a cup of cheer, leaning in

with her elbows on the table

and her palm outstretched

where Truth looks up from the old rocker

in the corner by the bookcase

pushing his spectacles back up on his nose

as he turns the page of an ancient volume

but not before smiling at the twins

Mystery and Miracles

playing at his feet

in the flickering circle of lamplight

while Love closes the curtains

humming, always humming

her beautiful song

tears glistening like diamonds

on her cheeks

and where Judgment pauses at the door

listening, one skeletal hand raised to knock

but reconsiders 

and chooses to leave

giving a curt nod to Wisdom and Mercy

and stepping aside as they pass by

—I dream a world.

Photo: “Do not be afraid…” Fan D. CC BY

4 thoughts on “I dream a world

  1. I held my breath as I read, then let it out at the end.
    I just finished a writing exercise (for the wellness program, Noom, of all things) which asked us to list all the values that are important to us (we were encouraged to list more than 35!), gather them into five groups of our choosing, then choose the one from each group that resonates the most with us–thus choosing our five core values. I recognized many from my list in your post–Love, Wisdom, Comfort, Truth. Your personification of each is breathtaking; I was seeing a short-animation movie in my mind as I read this, something akin to Raymond Briggs’ wordless movie, “The Snowman”.
    I think I will print this out to re-read again, and again, when I need reminding of the good in this world.

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    • Delighted that you found this so meaningful, Chris. I had recently begun to question my ability to write, especially poetry – so when this rolled out, I felt some confidence returning. Another friend remarked: “That’s the first time I’ve heard you say you are proud of something you’ve written.” That’s true. As much as I write, I don’t often feel proud, exactly (food for thought: why is that hard?). I feel pleased or fulfilled, maybe, on occasion – but I am allowing myself to be proud of this poem. I am deeply grateful for your words, Chris, and to know you want to save this poem to reread. Does my soul much good.


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