Thursday, July 5, 2018

PEACE IS NOT ALWAYS POSSIBLE/ imaginary gardens with real toads


You speak to me 
In your gentle voice
Sounds like notes played
On your guitar

There is thunder 
In the distance
In the mountains
Do you think they 
Are peacefully bowling

Peace would not include fear
It would include kindness
And laughter
Peace would include play
And children

But life is not that way
Life is made up all things
The good and the bad
And it could not be another way

When we are invited to the banquet
We want to taste all that is offered
Things happen
And they are not things we like
And almost at the same moment
Things happen that we do like

We choose to wear a coat of many colors
We choose to be sad when loved ones die
We choose to celebrate births of new people
When it is possible we choose peace
It is not always possible

July 5,   2018

1 comment:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Truer words were never spoken. Yet we do what we can to maintain our own balance in the tumult. I love the idea of thunder being bowling in the sky! Made me smile. Let us make a pact. Just for today, we will both be peaceful (and pray the phone doesn't ring with terrible news.)

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