Dawn delicate, 
durable, 
dreaming, bursts through the clouds
as I look back
swallowing
the last bits of a black bean breakfast bowl. 

I cannot forget headlines
leaping out at me from the television,
the newspaper,
cannot disregard feeling of dread
swirl of smoke 
and drowning hope in the drinks of Poets 
on the other side of the world,
my heart is bloodied 
but unyielding
I beg the Lord above
to lend me wings 
so that I may breathe out words of healing. 

Peace
invariably blooms
when we manage to outwit Apollyon,
who seeks
to trouble the minds of those
trapped
in the clutches of despair, of woe,
of hate
and circumstance.

Let us align with goal,
discover that strength lies in thought, 
let not the brutality of this world
make you hard
let not the pain deprive of feeling,
of love
and perseverance. 
We are stronger together
in numbers,
in striving to find a solution through means
of harmony
rather than leaning toward route of bias
and
destruction.

 

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Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United

 

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