Monday, January 11, 2016

Prairie path

Mine is to stand on the edges, offer refuge, if only for a time. Up or down the prairie path the Crusades continue. May peace be found, however it grows. True peace. That which grows, even in cold and ice.

I work up the prairie path
Or is it down
From what feels
Like the Crusades?

I work to keep
My own house in order.

May others walk up
Or down the path,
Reach whatever refuge
I might offer;
Find whatever peace
Is elsewhere.

May they return
Holding the peace
That passes all understanding
In open hands.

May they return,
Let peace trickle
Through their fingers.

May that peace root,
Maybe even sprout
In the snow.

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