THE WORLD IS READY FOR LOVE


I do not believe hate can destroy hate. Hate only intensifies when more hate is added to the flames.  Love is the only way to keep hate from growing.   Love’s powerful emotion will gradually smooth and soothe until hate runs and hides.  Only love can mend broken people, broken nations, and broken hearts.

 

The world tries to hide its shame.  Wars, rape, hunger–who’s to blame?

“Turn off the news!” someone shouts.  “It’s going to be another terrible day.”

When you close your eyes and cry, and do nothing except watch someone die,

Are you giving up without another chance to try?

The words of poets are powerful and should wake us and inspire,

I think we have a bigger purpose than simply preaching to the choir.

My friends, I hear voices from the graves.  They honor poets and writers

as those who are brave.  Words that carry love and dissipate hate will live long after our bones have crumbled.  Speak up and let love once again retake our land. Go in peace and love.

June 29, 2017

 

LET’S CHANGE THE WORLD’S VIEW


“Go away,” I said.

“I have no time to argue with you.”

Two young men stood at my door.

“May we come in?” one asked,

Evidently expecting more.

“No, I’m busy.  I don’t have time to waste.”

I was in the middle of writing a verse,

Did I need the distraction? No, I wanted to immerse

Deep into meditation,

Fill my head with ideas of things I could do,

Pray for a world that has a different view.

I said, “Let’s get on our knees and pray

For those who are hurt today.

There are bombings, terrorism, slavery, things we might stress

Our children are dying or under duress.

Attacks, wars, famine, disasters in our range.

Help the sick, the poor, Let’s do what we can,

This world is ready for us to step on the stage

Give aid to others then turn the page.

Let all things be beautiful all over the earth,

We can work together and show our worth.

All religions, all dreams, respect for all people

Whoever they might be,

We could join forces and change history.

Wars could be over in the blink of an eye,

I know it sounds strange, but let’s try, let’s try.

6/4/2017

PEACE


There will be no peace,

Unless there are no lies.

There will be no love,

Unless we try to understand each other.

We can talk forever without saying a truth.

We can speak of hope,

But let hope slip away.

We can laugh together,

And keep war at bay.

There will never be peace,

Without songs of joy and faith.

Although volumes of poetry will be written,

The world can never truly have peace,

Until all people are treated with respect and love.

6/3/2017

DESCEND


I saw peace in the form of a dove descending,
Peace, sent from above, being offered to all people, including me.
“Who wants peace?” I asked. I was sure all would agree.
“Not me,” I heard over and over again.
“We don’t want peace when there’s a chance to win!”
A dark cloud began to descend. Lightning flashed and a storm began.
“And if we lose?” I asked.
“You are a pessimist!” someone shouted. “Let the wars begin!”
I fell on my face, as did many of other languages, color, or place.
“Lord, forgive those who wage war. They don’t know what they ask.”
One bright ray came through the cloud.
“IF ONE MILLION SEEK PEACE IT WILL BE ALLOWED!”
I shook my head. The seekers of peace were few.
I already knew that peace might be through.
“Lord, how about a thousand who want peace?”
A bolt of lightning, then thunder shook the ground.
This should be easy. I’m sure a thousand are around.
But war was the topic of the day.
“We will win this war quickly,” I heard people say.
“Lord, how about a measly ten?”
But people were already making their choice.
They spoke of the good things about war and of the same voice.
Dark clouds were building in the sky.
“DON’T THEY REALIZE HOW MANY WILL DIE?”
The Lord began weeping because people were keeping
their eyes and ears closed and accepting war as their reality.
I looked around. Not even ten wanting peace could be found.
Peace, which had been descending, disappeared into the clouds.
I was no longer proud.
Less than ten, and even those were beginning to bend.
“Lord, will you let me begin again?”
A new Garden of Eden where peace could restart,
Love at the center of each remaining heart,
Yet as I gazed upon the Garden, I saw the dove descend.
Just for a moment I saw a perfect world,
I gasped, “Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel!”
One small chance to choose wisely right from the start,
And I already knew Cain carried murder in his heart.
What could I do differently than this other man?
Was I willing to try harder and keep peace in my plan?
I looked up and saw the dove again.
“YOU HAVE A CHOICE.
CHOOSE LOVE AT THE BEGINNING AND PEACE WILL DESCEND.”

May 20, 2017

Nowhere on Earth


The Earth seen from Apollo 17.

The Earth seen from Apollo 17. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Nowhere on Earth

 

From the first time I saw her,

 

I thought she was beautiful.

 

Her eyes held flecks of green,

 

They mesmerized me.

 

And her innocence hid behind,

 

A smile that lit up the sky.

 

Who was I to know,

 

What was waiting around the bend.

 

Sweet kisses sealed an agreement,

 

Unspoken at first,

 

And hugs became more demanding,

 

Unsatisfied with mere warmth,

 

Until the night passion met passion,

 

And needs and desires were met.

 

I felt no shame in what we did,

 

Strong feelings had turned into love,

 

And we claimed each other.

 

She became even more beautiful,

 

Because she carried my child.

 

We had a secret,

 

We were waiting to tell the world.

 

Then one day she was gone.

 

Her family refused to talk about her.

 

Her absence left a hole in my heart,

 

Only she could fill.

 

She had disappeared completely,

 

Ready to give birth,

 

Nowhere on Earth.

 

One year later I saw her again,

 

More beautiful than ever,

 

In her arms she carried my child.

 

Our features were evident,

 

Our child displaying the best of both,

 

Eyes with flecks of green,

 

My human skin,

 

Her big green smile,

 

All was there,

 

Perhaps our child would be taunted,

 

Or maybe even beaten,

 

Because she was different.

 

Our child was beautiful,

 

Carried by her mother,

 

Adored by her father,

 

Two worlds unified in peace and war,

 

The first to cross over,

 

The first of her kind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Stone Princess


The Meaning of Life

The Meaning of Life (Photo credit: Jari Schroderus)

Why am I here?

 

The thought goes through my mind,

 

There must be a reason,

 

But the answer is hard to find,

 

 

 

“The place is yours while you’re there,

 

Treat it like it’s your own,

 

It needs some work but you’ll see,

 

It’ll make you a very nice home,”

 

 

 

It was not entirely true,

 

The offer he made to me,

 

For hidden behind the scenes,

 

Was the power I could not see,

 

 

 

“Do what she wants to keep the peace,”

 

Her heart has turned to stone,

 

And I could feel her words strike,

 

As they pierced me to the bone,

 

 

 

If I must live under her rule,

 

And bow to her every whim,

 

Then I cannot stay in this place,

 

And let my light grow dim,

 

 

 

I want a place to call my own,

 

To rescue or restore,

 

And should I maintain it well,

 

It’ll last a few years more,

 

 

 

If the stone princess should follow,

 

In an effort to keep control,

 

She’ll lose all she was meant to be,

 

Her heart, her mind, her soul.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When the Wall Fell


I cheered when the wall came down,

Thinking darkness and secrecies of mankind,

Would be opened and exposed,

And love and hope I would find,

 

When people of other countries rebelled,

Speaking up against injustice and tyranny,

With sit-ins and rallies, they refused to leave,

Until voices were heard and they were free,

 

But militant groups raised their guns,

Determined their type of order must prevail,

Pushing dissidents from roads and parks,

Insisting that peaceful protestors must fail,

 

The internet buzzed as countries fell one by one,

As people shed their blood for freedom won,

Yet tyranny would not easily back down,

For power and wealth are rarely done,

 

From various news sources we saw police,

In scenes reminiscent of Kent State,

Pepper spray and bash some heads,

Creating again deep strands of hate,

 

A politician uttered comments of glee,

“If they just do what they’re told,

They’ll always be free,”

 

Not understanding the truths that are sought,

Of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,

Eloquently stated by our founding fathers,

Peace cannot be forced under brutal duress,

 

Their blood stains the peaceful ground,

As people stand against those who oppress,

As waves of protest go from town to town,

Facing those who are trying to suppress,

 

When any of those selected to protect and serve,

Become the abusers of our society,

Then we become more like the rest of the world,

Fighting our own brand of tyranny,

 

Our domestic tranquility must not be induced by fear,

Nor should the general welfare fall under the heel,

Of any group with power or status who would dare steer,

Away from peace and make our blessings of liberty less real.