Mar 6, 2009


Where may one find peace
in these dark times?
Everywhere you turn is
rumor of war and unrest.
Greed condoned for so long,
bearing it's standard.
War comes marching and
is welcomed. Gentle souls
hang their heads in sorrow,
silenced by cries and
condemned by their peers.
Is there no resolution
of our differences, apart
from murder, apart from
sorrow. Are we all convicts
of our convictions,
restrained by belief,
or fear of death, or fear
of life. What kind of place
are we bringing our
children into? What will
their lives be like,
their legacy, their dreams?
The earth we live on
now is a tired matron,
tired indeed. And it seems
to be getting worse every day.
It's past time for
doing something about it.
But alas, what to do,
what to do in this late day.
I will pass on a
legacy of peace to my juniors.
Hope is not lost yet,
love and concern for our only home:
Mother Earth. For though
prematurely aged and deathly
ill, they say she can be
saved and protected.
That is the problem though,
because talk is cheap.
We are eaten up by greed
beyond caring for her.
Politics, business, industry,
to hell we dash.
And fight another stupid war,
a killing frenzy.
Producing waste that is poison,
to kill ourselves,
not to mention every other
living creature here.
Self destructive madness
to "better our lives."
I weep for the earth
my children will inherit,
and pray we stop talking
and start acting.
These days peace seems
so far away, but some
will always strive to know truth,
they know love
will make us new. The truth
cannot be lost though,
but it may be covered up.
Years have twisted up
it's word, blurring it's intent.
But basic truths
are there. Listen to it's voice
inside you, let it
calm you so it may teach.
Let it's love be you.
Remember the divine
that shines in each of us,
and help each other move
toward light and away
from dark. Let our convictions
become one, then
we all shall find peace.

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  1. hollynoel001
    love is what brings us inner peace we should should it more outwardly great poem