Short Decreeing Poems

All My Babies In the Air

Go forth and spread the good news,
We are unchained.
Our hands are free to do as they 
please.

Peace be with you,
And peace be among you.
There is a light that feels better
Than all the other lights.

The feeling is a decreeing of invited love 
Towards all others.
Harder than pushing a train, I know.
But I am here only for you.
Give me all your pain.
Let us squeeze laughter out of it.