a piece of peace
hides
in my garden,
a piece of peace
hides
under my skin.
a piece of peace
hides
in every weapon,
a piece of peace
hides
in every sin.
it’s up to us to find the fragments,
it’s up to us to give peace wings,
it’s up to us to make it better…
not drown the mind in hateful things.
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… inspired by David Chamberlain Jr.’s great poem ‘Mending‘.
Another Wandering Soul 
Beautiful!!! Love it!
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the ‘pieces of peace’ stuck with me… i woke up this morning with that phrase still in my head. lol
see the impressions you leave in my brain!
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I’m flattered that you enjoyed it that much. I actually like yours better lol!
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ha, i like yours better 😉 let’s call it a ‘truce’ (pun intended.).
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Lol very clever. A truce it is.
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😉
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I really like this poem…
Wander
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thank you 🙂
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Thanks for reminding me that the sun will come out tomorrow. Maybe. 😉
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of course.
might be wrapped in sky’s gray cotton candy, but the sun will be present. 🙂
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Well, Miriam, today the cotton candy is string gray and seems to weigh heavily with dark sky’s weeping sea…
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i have a theory concerning that…
https://anotherwanderingsoul.wordpress.com/2012/10/03/grandmother-suns-departure/
😉
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