Peace lives in the petals

that are plucked

off a flower

with the mantra

he loves me, he loves me not.


Peace hides in the dandelion

which the child blows

sending the seeds into the air

like so many tiny helicopters to return again

under a sapphire sky.


Peace becomes the blue lake

deep, placid, in my heart

reflecting Thy thoughts

in lotus shape,

in melting love.


Peace is that golden swan of light

outspreading its long wings…

flying away from the earth

into the Milky Way, in search of a home-

have we lost it forever?



Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Peace @ Poets United