Wednesday, 21 September 2016
Dripping with Hope (a poem for the autumn equinox)
Sept. 21st is a special day. A time to celebrate the final harvest of the season and the abundance that the Earth always gifts us with. As well, join 200 countries and over 75 million people who will be celebrating Peace on this International Day of Peace, established by the United Nations.The following is an old poem updated to mark the occasion.
Dripping with Hope
As geese flock above
beginning long journeys home,
rumors of war do not recede
the guilty hiding on all sides,
while the sky turns from blue
to grey.
What is essential
is invisible to our eyes,
underneath branches
the sap of peace,
dripping with hope
nurturing the restless,
fostering friendliness
delivering sustenance.
There is no need for panic
no need for alarm,
above the clouds, harmony's
roar,
pouring raindrops to soothe
the earth;
smouldering heartbeats,
splintering divisions sore.
So as summer recedes
try to keep on turning
tearing through the skies,
spreading peaceful intention
making love not war,
breathing in air
breathing out light.
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