Peace Peace is a being That has wings Larger than a galaxy, It crosses the span of time And arrives silently On a warm morning To enliven our heart Peace is a gentle thing That gently touches The heart at war The heart that bleeds And kisses our wounds With its soft lips For us to sleep serenely Peace is a giant So enormous and vast That it covers the aches And wraps us in love And rises us above And makes us feel well loved Across and beyond times Peace is a jungle vine That creeps into hearts And settle into bodies To grow under sunlight And bloom on midnight — It is that light That candle, that bulb It is there, somewhere Patient, silently waiting In a dark corner of our mind In a tight space in our heart, All you have to do is call it And carried by gentle winds Peace shall come at last. -Eiravel-
War is not a solution to resolve issues, but peace is, diplomacy is, understanding is. My heart goes to those who are actually suffering in Ukraine, or any other country that are within the sadistic clutch of a war.
Links to more poems that I’ve written about peace☮️: