In peacetime we're divided
at war we're united
Something wrong here
time to right it
We had peace like the flowers blowing in the wind.
After the rain the pretty flowers. Peacce like the sunset ends at the quiet of the day.
Peace like the New Years after the war, Peace forevermore.
Our freedom to love and hold our babies. and vote and live. Freedom to be happy and
enjoy our dreams . We love our peace...... Strive to be the best and Be the Best, American dream and peace, like the ocean sea calm after the storm.
Peace like the color green cool, clean quiet, sweet peace. Like what we enjoy
our American Peace.
God give me life, give me liberty, But please don't take our American Peace away from
me. God gave the peace. The sweet calm peace at the end of the storm surge.
Amen and Amen
The morning night thunder-shone
The bright stars fractured me
You in sudden surprise
Whirling in your misgivings
Baby gulls sit on our heads
And we weep forgetting to be merry
Broad is the scope of infinity
Meet me in brackish waters
Death to focus
Death to style
Come worming up to the hole
Peacetime summer reds
I can eat a clock and dream of orangutangs
Forgive these latches
Remove them
Remove them
Over a time frame of about eight years we would talk about the chapters of our
lives and listening intently to one another
She came from a small town in Texas and was an only child and was much closer to
her dad than she was her mother
Usually we would talk in private, just her and me and her little cat named Abby
The little yellow furry cat kept her company and was also a little bit Gabby
Especially when it came time to have her dinner or to be let out on the porch for air
And no matter how lonely it may have been for her, little Abby was always there
So one dreded day the time did come for my friend to leave for the hospice, she
turned her head on the stretcher and just said to me
I know you will take good care of little Abby
Not long after that she left this old world with the hint of content on her face
All was as it should be, everything was in place
This time I close my eyes
But now they're opened wide
To all of the things that blind
To all of the things that obscure my sight
This time I face the truth
To all of the obstacles thrown in plain view
To all of the visible clues
Of everything I have to lose
This time I can breathe
Now the air is clear and clean
For a future I can believe
Now my soul is truly free
Snap! Crackle! Pop! is the whispers of a warm camp fire.
The sweet aroma of the maple as it leaks out of the burning wood.
The fresh air.
The glow of the yellow orange fire.
The clear dark sky with the moon and stars shining so bright.
Snap! Crackle! Pop! is the sound of peace.
A camp fire is time to bond with friends, family, and lovers.
The smiles, songs, first kisses, jokes, and laughs.
The red burning embers crash to the ground.
Snap! Crackle! Pop! means it's time to enjoy a tasty treat.
Each day lips rise,
Chanting "peace",bloodshed,they seem to despise,
As they seek to diminish war's size,
Bringing to light hopes of being wise,
But with time their shouts grow frail,
For living it they fail,
Whiles tears continuous to grow sore for death's tail,
As soul's cling unto its trail,
But its time to live the talk,
For unto its path we should seek to walk,
Working diligently,the way of peace,we must stalk,
As we tend to make war an old hulk,
For peace,good vision,we must see,
As we strive to sow tranquility's seed,
Render stony plains soft with your feet,
For we must walk the peace,
I sit alone this morning with God
for I know that He is here.
Though thoughts may race within my mind,
He says, "Be still and of a good cheer".
Heavy burdened and weighted down
from these thoughts which contend for His throne,
He bids me, surrender them up to Him
For my heart belongs to Him alone.
Within that time alone with Him
is a place the world knows not of.
The change that comes forth from within
is evidence of His Kingdom of Love.
Shall I not leave here the better,
having thus spent time with Him ?
The Spirit gives life, not the letter
and my understanding becomes less dim.
Douglas L. Ace
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