When peace came,
I showered under streaming light
– Silent, settling –
Effectuating over all –
The reassurance drunk
From Mother Nature’s breast.
And rays channeled through
The greys of ancient gloom
That paste the hopelessness of
Dying on the battlefield or
The losing out upon a risk
In love;
Byes to precious life
(A husband, child, a wife):
Or failure:
Crashed careers; bleak depression,
The fallen – ruined, spurned –
Covered in veneers of rasping blight.
When peace came, a gate begged
A gentle path inviting me to
Stroll through verdant fields of spring,
Bristling with a bouncing life
Of colour; flowers cheering to
The air ‘We have a chance in nature! ’
When peace came, my addled head was
Reconciling, airing, ringing true –
The sense of crushing pressure dead;
Instead, I flamed a faith anew!
When peace came, I saw our youth
Inside a multicultural womb; our
Death was pointing to a proud
And glorious tomb engraved with words of
Freedom for the soul that was when
Once a body whence it thrived.
When peace came, there happened you –
A fragrance dancing ‘gainst a new and
Frightened innocence of beauty
– Eyes ready; slender arms of care –
A tender skin to be caressed.
And we were blessed by starting fresh
In rhythms of pervading warmth;
Serenity.
0 comments:
Post a Comment