A Crown of Peace
Flowers bloom in dark spaces,
no death loses to light,
no light yields to death’s
ungracious hold,
instead life offends both by being,
and even in voids, it aspires.
Dreams suspend hopes
like baubles on a tree,
glittering in light, sound in darkness,
and in being a reflection
of all that’s seen,
life in propagation.
Love, the innate seed within,
sometimes found,
often voided by fear,
waits in anticipation,
to see if light can deliver
its desperate hopes from tears.
As trees live forever,
rooted to mother earth, feeding
and being fed to bliss,
when we as bystanders miss
the sharing so profound,
so poignantly grounding.
In reflection we stand,
invisible for our disconcerted state,
having run with knives,
despised for our reckless abandon,
our self-opinionated stance,
maligned by minds of reason.
A flower grows upon a dusty path,
a struggle of impossibility,
yet there it stands,
thirsting for life, stretching for light,
while we waste time,
wallowing in human strife.
Can we see a future,
one where destruction is not involved,
a life to aspire to, a reason for love to bless
our being, resurrect our seeing
to find peace,
and to wear it as a crown.
Tony DeLorger © 2018
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I believe there is great possibility for a life of love, peace and quietude – I have hope we will see it in our time.Great work, Tony. Take care dear poet.
Much appreciated Phyllis, it is my hope also. Take care.
Sometimes my friend Tony I wonder what the world would be like without man at its helm.
I agree Kurt, it appears we are a virus on earth, creating so much disharmony. Yet I know earth needs us as much as we need earth: a true symbiotic relationship with energy. Cheers!