We like to say the world is now a scary place,
like before, it was tranquil. No.
The world was always filled with war -
we just hadn’t ever died in terror,
on our own shores.
I believe those that died still fill our space, unseen.
Knowing peace, and what the living cannot embrace.
Nations – just lines on a map –
Religion – just ways to deal –
Politics – an elaborate trap –
Living love is the only way to heal.
The tribute we must pay is simple.
Not toiling in shadows --
Not bent over screens --
Not nursing grudges --
Embracing each other in sunlight –
mining laughter
diligently, these simple ideas sing –
The dead whisper to us in sighs of the trees –
Only love powers healing.
Fall in love with life, with each other, and be free.
