Poem: Peace

In quiet dawns where silence sings,
Beneath the flight of hopeful wings,
The world, once torn by fear and fire,
Breathes in a dream, a soft desire.

No borders drawn in bitter spite,
No bombs to blacken morning light.
Instead, a hand outstretched to hold—
A bond of trust, more dear than gold.

The language spoken, heart to heart,
Needs no translation, plays no part
In hate or pride or cruel divide,
But walks with love, a gentler guide.

Where children laugh beneath the sun,
And every race stands joined as one,
The seeds of peace are sown in care,
In every smile, in every prayer.

So let us build with open minds,
With kindness as the brick that binds.
The walls we break, the wounds we mend—
To peace, our path, our voice, our end.

Thank-you for reading.

Much love and Light,

Brenda Marie Fluharty