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Valentine Prayer for Peace |
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Anna Mosby Coleman
Let
Peace rain down upon the earth
Strong and sweet
Quenching the fires of
War
Lust and
Envy.
Let
Love rise up from the soil
Clean as dew
Touching the breath of a new day
Holy with kisses
For enemies
No longer.
Let
Joy wrap arms around this world with
Sisters and brothers
Hugging hard hearts soft
Breaking bitterness, shame & fear
Tears no longer
stinging.
Let
Kindness whisper loudly in our ears
And deafen weapons to silence.
While anger is still
Until we
Only hear
Singing.
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"I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier" |
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Ann Glyn (1917 or earlier) (submitted by Pieternel Debie - Amsterdam)
Ik bracht mijn zoon niet groot om als soldaat te strijden,
Maar om mijn trots en steun te zijn en wijs en goed.
Wie waagt het met een zwaard zijn handen te ontwijden,
Waardoor een dier'bre zoon van and'ren sterven moet?
Laat arbitrage ons voor zulk een ramp behoeden,
Het is geen tijd meer voor gevecht en moord,
Geen oorlog zou meer op deez' aarde woeden,
Als uit de mond der Moeders werd gehoord:
"Ik bracht mijn zoon niet groot om als soldaat te strijden".
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Just For Today |
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Sharon Hope
I will smile at a stranger
Be kind to someone who is . . not
Hug someone - just cause
Just for today I will look
Beyond my Needs
And see those needs of
Someone next to me
I will make a point of
Bettering someone's day and
Let them know that they're special
Just for today I give myself the
wondrous gift of giving to others
for no reason
Maybe not just for today . .
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Abraham's Offering |
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Tammy Nuzzo-Morgan
Like Abraham we offer up our young
lying them upon the altar of war.
Our purest, our strongest, our best
all so ripe for the killing.
When first presented & placed in our arms
to be examined by shaking hands
no thought of sacrificial lamb crossed our minds.
Now our creations take up arms
that we have placed into their willing hands.
I tell you this
If I had known I gave life to
nothing more than war fodder
I would have pinched his nose shut
& covered his mouth with my hand
until his sweet life ebbed away
instead of having my child brought home
swaddled in our country's flag
resting in this metal cradle.
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