Peace

     
Peace is a positive
not a silent nothing
not an absence of something.

Peace is a patch of blue sky
wedged between storm clouds
the sun shining through.

Peace is an island
between turbulent streams
a bird nesting in its heart.

Peace is quiet waters
flowing through dark forest
washing smooth stones.

Peace is a farmer's plow
slicing fertile soil for
corn to grow.

Peace is a sturdy oak
whose branches hold leaves
singing in the wind.

Peace is inaudible prayer
of profound gratitude ascending
from the heart.

Peace is the unseen beyond
the yet untouched
and only dreamed.

by Harold R. Hodgson

© July 2003

   
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