freshest morning light
brightening the clouds at dawn
puddles of songbirds
Watching dawn move on a cloudy morning, light comes through the clouds slowly, gently. The firs brighten, birds wake, yet humanity’s quiet.
The world still convulses, desperate for justice. A new day, an opportunity for change, for hope, for peace.
in this time of rage
invective traded like cash
poetry’s my peace
Checked Twitter this morning. So much rage. I’m not sure there’s not anyone without veins bulging nor invective dripping from their lips, a poison so sweet, so deadly.
I’m glad I have this little garden on the internet, where I can delight in life and growth, not what’s been burned beyond recognition.
And I must choose rage or peace
I seek out beauty
I move with the wind
Upon these steel wheels
Over asphalt night
I was able to ride this evening. Something I delight to do, though time has been challenging of late. The feeling of drifting over the road has long brought me tranquility and peace. A critical peace of my sanity while, as a young teen, I watched my mother consumed with cancer. Motion soothed my tortured soul.
I lay in the dark
My eyes feeling drawn downwards
Peace in the silence
Argued with moonlight
This is my challenge
Stare inwards free of judgement
Often sleep damaged
When we try to cram our souls
Into other forms
Life is hard enough without trying to force ourselves into something we’re not. Finding a place of deep love and compassion for ourselves is a key step to everything peace and tranquility.
A message from the bishop of my Synod in response to the recent horror in Las Vegas :
Violence begets violence.
Peace begets peace!
We must be about peace.
+ Bishop Kirby Unti
I found this a perfectly poetical statement, and a powerful part of his email introducing