Peace
I love for peace,
I live for peace,
I rebel for peace,
I give for peace.
Peace is something warm and
out worn, but its something so
comfortable that no one will
throw away.
Peace is something bright and
loving like the sun that shines down upon.
Peace is made for hours on end by
working hands that sweat- they will
sweat until the warm drops fill a pool.
Peace is something dreamt in the mind,
and felt in the heart. We envision, and it
comes alive through each live beat of our soul.
Peace can be everywhere, but people
forget about peace and it diminishes too easily.
It is as fragile as infant that must be taken care of,
and it should be respected as we should respect
the elders far much wiser than us.
In peace we can hold hands with enemies and
forgive pain that was caused. In peace we can
submit ourselves to our faults and accept the truth.
In peace we can look at everything with love
and with love we become stronger and no one will
ever be hurt.
That is only with peace...
I give for peace,
I rebel for peace,
I live for peace,
I love for peace.
Copyright © Brittany Martin | Year Posted 2011
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