War

  • This War

    I do not want this war. This softness, I am. I do not want this war. And yet, it flows where peace seeks to be. And yet, aggression is somehow, the twisted arm of this peaceful river. Must we simply… Continue reading

  • Someone Is Fighting

    Wherever I look, someone is fighting. It hurts the softness of me, this world. It takes and takes the peace and I am so afraid to be torn apart by another day of humanity. The carnival of dark and dense… Continue reading

  • Hope and Peace

    What do I see when I see two sides at war? I see the middle of it all. I see the hurt of both parties, and though I tend to take the side of whoever seems to have the most… Continue reading

  • Like The Rest Of Us

    I do not believe in seeking justice. I believe in healing and forgiveness. I believe in walking with humans who are imperfect like the rest of us. Like the rest of us. Imperfect. Like the rest of us. Like the… Continue reading

  • For Now

    In a world of fire, I am the stream. Peace. My heart wants nothing more, my soul wants nothing less. I am tired. So tired of the saddest story: well meaning fighters, fighting for good, creating the worst kind of… Continue reading

  • Just A Game

    Is it worth these precious breaths? This fight, this blame, this game? Is it really so important? People die (people who are loved) and still we take for granted life. And we fight, and we blame in this game. It’s… Continue reading

  • Still I Dream

    With these soft eyes, I turn to the angry mob and I speak. I tell them to leave me be. I tell them I want no part in the way they raise their swords and bring each other down. I… Continue reading

  • I Believe

    There will be world peace when we humans remove the words ‘I believe’ from our vocabulary, I believe. Continue reading

  • War

    I ache for it all. It is a war. It is a world wide war announcing the differing languages of intolerance. Continue reading

  • Darling Day 30. War

    Dear sweet love, give me a word. Whisper me back when I drift into the clouds above the sorrow. For the days are long, and the world is at war without seeing or knowing it. But I see. I know.… Continue reading