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Sunday, December 8, 2013

Peace Poem 2

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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