Golden grace of morning.
Evening cannot do as well.
We kept praying for sunrise.
Still.
Evening fell.
And I wonder will youth still be laughing
on the day we come ashore,
from the ocean we’ve been sailing?
This boat cannot
float anymore.
Eagle soars to heaven.
Dove cannot fly quite so close.
Though the dove has all the beauty,
It is only near at most.
And I wonder will men
still be fighting
on the day we come to ground
from the skies we’ve been gliding?
Where will all my peace be found?
Where will all your peace be found?
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is this a prayer? lots to think over. great piece for SC.
hope you have a sweet day.
Beautiful.
Beautiful poem. Praying for peace as the hawks circle.
what a thought provoking piece of prose
This is beautiful. It reminds me so much now about what choices the government makes to get involved in conflicts, ugh!
Oh by gosh sometimes, especially lately that question beckons all around me. It's so odd that at times when at those moments I'm really in search of peace, it has a way of slipping in!
Sigh. Simply beautiful. You really have a talent, Jenny.
Love the photo and the poem!
I think that is a beautiful poem.
This is beautiful Jenny. I sure hope my peace will be found within myself. XO
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