The brush of sheets
The softest tap of
Bare toes
A sniff
A sigh
Invade the silence of
Morning
The stillness
Rests heavily
Over all
Too heavy
For anger
Argument
Fights and hate
Hearts beat
Steady and strong
Without the stress and pain
Of conflict
Oh, if we could hold onto
This
Peace
And see the world with such
Clarity
And recognize
And halt
Our own words
When they shatter it into shards of sharp glass
And spread the blood of
Fear
Anger
War
Treachery
Hate
I cannot stop others
But I can vow
To keep this silence
Intact
Not just for this morning hour
But all my life.
I can hear the silence, feel the calm.
ReplyDeleteNice work
Beautiful sentiments. Thank you for that.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done. Love the first stanza (do I have that right?) most of all--very visual.
ReplyDeleteAngela @ The Bookshelf Muse
Thanks, Jeff, Barbara, and Angela. And, yes, it's a stanza. Thank you for coming to visit and comment!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. I love the way you've arranged it too. It gives us each short burst of quite and calm.
ReplyDeleteLou
wow...this is great! i'm confused...clearly you are still writing...so you other blog is for kicks and giggles? :)
ReplyDeletethanks for stopping by my blog!
jeannie
the character therapist
Thanks, Lou!
ReplyDeleteYes, Jeannie, I'm still writing... but I'm starting another blog--something I've been toying with in my head... a sort of anti-writing blog. I'll have to see how it works out.
"The Peace of Morning" nice blog
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Bhakti Bhajan
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