The Best of Me

A Poem, By Joy Aletheia Stevens

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Oh world grown dim in despair,

You people who do not care,

You have forgotten the holy creed,

And the way your bonds might be freed.

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You poets, have you forgotten love?

You artists, what are you thinking of?

Storyteller, where is your tale?

Musician, all you do is wail!

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True hearts, where is your voice?

You have been drowned out by the noise.

The worst of you is all I see!

But you will have the best of me.

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You will have the best of me…

Here is another poem I wrote years ago. I share it today, during the opening week for the new site, as a kind of promise. There are many things one could express through art, and words are a kind of art, believe me. Art is the language that touches the deep places of who we are.

I’ve never felt that such a thing should be taken lightly. We are meant to give.

And I will give my best.

~Joy Aletheia Stevens