Second in a series of poems about peace to celebrate the holiday season.
Peace: A Fantasy
by Joy E.
Dickerson
We cannot find it if we cannot imagine it.
Here
is my imagined gift for you,
For
birthday,
Christmas,
Hanukkah,
Anniversary,
For
graduating from eighth grade:
You
will receive true peace on earth.
All
fighting shall cease
All
weapons and violent acts will disappear
Coercion
and propaganda
Will
shimmer like heat over a fire
And
vanish.
Love
will fill every heart and we will
Weep
for all of the potential we have destroyed.
Then
through the weeping will come a great quiet
And
through the quiet will come a voice singing
And
then another, and then a million voices, 8 billion voices.
No
more, no more, will be the refrain.
No
more Nagasaki, no more My Lai
No
more Hitler, no more Charles Manson,
No
more bullying,
No
more hatred,
No
more poisoning of the spirit,
No
more, no more.
The
singing will swell into a great healing
And
eternity will begin.
We
cannot find it if we cannot imagine it.
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