PEACE WHERE ART THOU?

"peace! WHERE ART THOU?" I SCREAMED.
Peace said "Here I am, on the other side of hurt."
"What are you doing so far away?"
"How long the journey depends on you."
I am but a beacon of the troubled mind,
The white lining on the stony ridge of chaos,
Beckoning the soul to seek itself.
I am a gift you must seek me out.
But the mote is the hurdle you must leap.
So get jumping!"
"And so, getting through the mire of loss gives
You the practice of acquiring peace?"
"Yes, tap your Spirit to sustain,
Until the journey ends.
And loss and hurt fold into Peace."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
Got up this morning thinking , What if
peace had a voice?

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RAVENGYPSY42
Another beauty born.. truth with playful undertones!
delightful read ladygwen
Blessings unto you
Amy- RAVENGYPSY
Mizzy4
Great poem Barbara,
Peace has to be earned,
and begins within one's soul.
Nice thoughts.

Mick.

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paloma66
Ladygwen this is really a wonderful write on Peace we all seek Peace and keep pursuing it till the end.Thank you for sharing these lovely thoughts onpeace.applause bouquet
ImagineLove
Superb! hug
gnj4u
Hi, ladygwen123,
PEACE WHERE ART THOU?, the poet asks. And Peace replies, "Here I am, on the other side of hurt....tap your Spirit to sustain, Until the journey ends". May life, like this write, fold into Peace. Thank you for sharing.
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