Peace Song
Someday, we sing of peace
as shadows sing,
as wind.
The cherry blossoms still;
yellow birds sit branches.
Heaven holds its breath.
Someday, we sing again
of peace,
as shadows sing.
As wind.
This poem is written on the 69th anniversary of the bombing of Hiroshima. God help us.
Karen this is a hard piece to answer. Was the devil in the technology, the loosing of it, or the reasons for the decisions made at the time? Sure enough the 2nd mushroom cloud over Japan permanently forced the door open. The sad part is the proliferation of the science as weapon technology. THAT did not have to be.
ReplyDeleteEerie, to have them come back in that song someday. Maybe your poem is the song they sing now in all war zones while waiting to sing another song. Love it.
ReplyDeleteKaren,
ReplyDeleteYour poem adds hope and the necessity of prayer, for the future.
Eileen
"The cherry blossoms still;
ReplyDeleteyellow birds sit branches.
Heaven holds its breath."....these three lines say all...
Karen your words are calming and peaceful putting everything in order.
ReplyDeleteHeaven must be aghast at man's capability
Hope is fragile and yet beautiful - as you have demonstrated here
ReplyDeleteI hope that day is today. Let's sing.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Sumana Roy, those three lines hold volumes.
ReplyDeleteHeaven will have to breath soon and unleash who knows what on all of us !
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