The great and small make the mass,
The fighting for the peace should last.
Human contradictions which make whole-
the conflicting pain and ambitions of the soul.
Let the last breath sigh forgiveness and understanding
And the tortured mind give into a tranquility ascending-
The habits of life grow into chains that bind against truth-
Resist by nurturing the minds ability, to find paths of growth.
J.Bibi
Hi Jameela. I like almost all of your poems, but I really like this one.
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
Maxx