Interlude

Day 23: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

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In winter’s forest room
light streams down
from eternity’s birth,
moss unfurls where
no sun alights,
vines yaw, rocks
linger in peace.

Noiselessness drums
a tattoo of suspension,
clemency, tolerance.

In the forest room
we rest to wonder,
breathe to embrace,
slumber our transfiguration.

Tilt

Day 20: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

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I worry about lone wolf cubs,
and mother bears in dens,
water flowing thick and oily,
and growling stomachs unfed.

I see my place,
my warmth,
my comfortable peace,
and I wonder who I am.

I wonder how I am to heal
this tilted world disjointed.

Solidarity

Day 18: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

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You gave me a wishing
stone from your great sea,
grey streaked with white
carved into lines across its face.

It took great patience to
become that constant stone,
a peace that escapes many.

It braved time,
now shows its bones
to make my wish upon.

May the patience of your creation
surround us in strength and surety.

May we know your pacific peace
and stay the course.

May we find one another as we
bare our bones in solidarity.

Simple

Day 17: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

shell

 

 

Only a half shell, creamy white
tinged with purple blush on one side,
a right fit for my palm.

A simple remembrance
of a powerful tide –
slow, steadily inching
its way to me.

Silently, I stand with
that peace of you in my palm.
Divine that I, too,
am a meager piece of you
held in your beloved palm.