Not starting a war
Imagine carrying a warzone inside your head,
and the wounded,
the sick,
and the scared.
Have not even been noticed
let alone
acknowledged
or tended to.
And they don't really want to be
simply they are still shivering,
from the fear
of where the next bomb is coming from.
Brave men
heartfelt soldiers.
Heroes,
but broken.
I carry them inside.
so do you.
in some way shape or from.
Collective history
of human misery,
is a vast field
yet to be ploughed.
By someone brave enough.
not to be scared.
at skulls and bayonets he might hit on on.
while ploughing .
I pray that violet light
illuminates the violence
and the fright,
of all bombs,
that never went of,
but people are still shivering;
waiting
for them to blow.
Keeping them inside,
just so,
that nobody gets
hurt.
It is a warzone,
we carry inside our very bones.
And I pray that those bones,
are carved into hollow bones,
and that all the fearful ones,
are given peace,
by prophets of their own faiths.
Or beloved ones,,
they left at home,
and never cam back to.
May all that is seeking peace :
find peace.
May all that needs healing :
get healing
And may I
with all my creeks and crevices :
be filled with the Water of Life.
The Mystery is waiting.
And not only She has enough time,
she knows there is no time,
and therefore gives,
infinite
patience,
to all who ask for it.
May we all the patients, find patience.
So we don't have to
start another
war.