If Peace Was a Poem

April 28

Peace Part 2

-if-

peace was a poem,

would she hold the pen high,

letting ink spill its tears,

asking flowers to grow?

or would he open a book

documenting truth

on a ledger

for those to behold;

understanding that

there might still be good,

- would he know?

-if-

peace was a poem,

would there be room

for one more?

all ages and sizes,

hope and a prayer?

or would it wait

until asked,

locked in the heart

of tomorrow,

un breathed, un shown,

unknown

like before?

-if-

peace was a poem,

would its words

drip into dreams,

laying pillows on feathers

on top of a pen?

or

would words stretch

to hands,

my hand to yours,

connecting hearts

from their home to ours?

-if-

peace was a poem,

would it forgive me

and forgive you?

would it be

a language of more,

kindness,

love, compassion

never a chore?

or

could we write many more?

shoulder to shoulder,

shore to shore?

-if-

only,

this.