dusk arising

peace

 




shall we know peace when she comes
this stranger to our land
will she lay to rest the lost who loved
denied by murdering hands
father the orphaned child
and soothe its ravaged loss
heal the wounds
which seep the pus of vengence
plant seeds of forgiveness
rebuild a faith in trust
feed the hungry mouths
and restore dignity

for tomorrows child is watching

Comments10

  • sylviasearcher

    💜

  • Heartwriter

    You peeled back your skin. I loved what layed there in! Beautiful, absolutely beautiful!

    • dusk arising

      Peeling back skin sounds much more painful than writing. I tried to imagine what i would want if i were a survivor in a war ravaged place. The most important things we have are our relationships with ALL those we encounter.
      Thank you for commenting Heart. xx

      • Heartwriter

        Lol! Your welcome Dusk.

      • smallest_stars

        What a lovely and moving poem.

        • dusk arising

          Thank you very much Charlotte.

        • orchidee

          A sensitive write dusk.
          If not so serious, I would have said: 'Meanwhile, a peace descends - it's me not singing!' The two cats fighting sound better. heehee.

          • dusk arising

            I'm sure in times of war there would be merit in your vocal harmonics. Scaring the enemy now that they have become to regimental bagpipes and warning of approaching air raids are two which readily spring to mind.

          • Michael Edwards

            What a great write - we can only live in hope.

            • dusk arising

              Wish we could pass onto our children any wisdom we have learned. Vengence has taken too many lives. Thanks for reading and commenting ME.

            • Claudelle DeLuna

              Extraordinarily Defined!
              P.S.
              A sad reality of the evil within our societies.
              Bless Day!

              • dusk arising

                I came back to this piece today and its so powerful it really moved me to read it even though i penned it.
                Thanks for your time in reading and commenting.

              • Candlewitch

                dear dusk,

                I only hope that the child of tomorrow will see and know our mistakes and avoid repeating them...maybe even correct them?
                this is a fantastic poem born of a fantastic mind, my friend!

                *hugs, Cat

                • dusk arising

                  Sadly most children will be fed with the crap of vengence. As i just said replying to a previous comment, re-reading this really moved me, it is very powerful and definitely from my heart.
                  Thanks for your super comment.

                • Poetic Dan

                  Wow that is pure light, we will change the vibration of this plain with energetic words like this.
                  Hats off good sir!

                  • dusk arising

                    Thanks for commenting Dan but i doubt words of wisdom will change much in this world.

                  • Goldfinch60

                    That peace is a long time coming, if only those in the world who have the power could see what they are doing to the ordinary lives of the world it would be better but all they want is power for themselves and damn the consequences.
                    Great statement by Scrambled Letters.

                    Very good write.

                    • dusk arising

                      Dont we all wish that some words, something we could pass on to future generations, would end the stupidity of war, killing and violence.

                    • Neville

                      something I dream about, something I strive for in my own way... nicely put...

                      • dusk arising

                        Fellow follower of the Buddha's path to enlightenment. Many wars have been fought with Religious fervour, many an act of terrorism enacted by religious fundamentalists.... but i don't recall any act of aggression by followers of the Buddha's teachings other than those such as were undertaken by the monks of Viet Nam committing suicide in protest to the war being waged by capitalist interests upon their countryfolk.

                        • Neville

                          there has never been a Buddhist war... my school is that of Kongo Zen.. domo arigato



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