Inspired to write a poem on peace, seeing as the 21^st of Sept was/is the International Day of Peace.

a white feather fell from heaven

doves fly by

a bullet whistles past

blood drips from the bough of a tree

peace in our time is the mantra

can it be believed



cowardice, faith, protection, bravery

peace

so many messages, to which do we cleave

hope from beyond; past, present or future

don’t shoot the messenger



crying white doves circle

hoping they do not die bringing their message

doves cry where children die

hope dies when doves cannot fly

may they be lifted on the wings of peace

upwards to a burning sky

to a place with no name



the sun sets on a world in disarray

how many more white feathers need to fall from a burning sky

the spirits are watching

are they at peace?

I pray that they will be

© 2016 Michael D Emmerich