"....There's a promise in the journeys of the mind,
You begin to believe that there are miracles you will find,
And that someday you'll remember who you are.
The seed within a bright and shining star,
It's like a flame that lives within a hungering heart,
That only awaits the gift of love for it to spark,
Into a fire that burns forever, endlessly...."
-John Denver
Friday, March 30, 2018
Peace Poem - Weekend Contemplation
The Peace Poem
There's a name for war and killing
There's a name for giving in when you know another answer
For me the name is sin
But there's still time to turn around and make all hatred cease
And give another name to living, and we could call it peace
And peace would be the road we walk
Each step along the way
And peace would be the way we work
And peace the way we play
And in all we see that's different
And in all the things we know
Peace would be the way we look
And peace the way we grow
There's a name for separation, there's a name for first and last
When it's all for us or nothing
For me the name is past
But there's still time to turn around, and make all hatred cease
And give a name to all the future, and we could call it peace
And if peace is what we pray for
And peace is what we give
Then peace will be the way we are
And peace the way we live
While there still is the time to turn around
And make all hatred cease
And give another name to living
And we can call it peace
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