Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Friday, 5 October 2012

A Promised Peace

Eternally vulnerable, this heart and it's treasure,
Infinitely valid, the contending of pain and pleasure,
Soft breeze tender forth a calm, found not only in leisure-
Within and around the storms born from every measure,

On the wings of a dove let it be born from the core-
With the justice of eagles, let it be carried forever more-
Without the howling sabotage of trust from the dogs of war;
A promised peace for children, which every future must store.


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