Peace is a Flower

I tried to find her in the morning sun,

the reason we might hold our son,

the purpose beyond loving our daughter,

our family, our rock, as life may occur.

~

I read the news again this morning,

only to already know there is mourning,

again, while the world naturally dies,

we forgot the helplessness we realize.

~

So today our lives, our lives will continue

while again we glance toward a sky blue

with envy the world we see is our tease,

such a beautiful shelter is a common breeze.

~

I wonder sometimes if I know how to feel

when in the grasp of a world of true evil,

I choose to clean my garage, empty the trash,

bury the fortunes of humanity amidst the ash.

~

I read about another killing spree just today,

the sort my society asks I quickly pretend away.

Find a forest green and walk deliberate in nature

to recognize a detachment from hurt, ah, mature.

~

So I did, I walked deep into the density of time,

breathe the fragrance of simpler love sublime,

I stood inside this dream far away from forever,

to gasp, to cry, to bathe my sorrow, in a flower.

~

© Thom Amundsen 2016

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