To pluck or be planted
In the moist dry soil
Trodden
A seasoned
Time Under heaven
Through birth or death
To kill or heal
That is the question
As the dry leaves break down
Manifesting
The lack of crystals and emerald blades
Weeping will build
Upon the laughter of frowns
To mourn or dance
That is the dilemma
We shall embrace
And throw away stones together
When we refrain
We shall number the lost
Not keep
But purge
The sewn silence
The word of Love will be spoken
Not Hate
Peace
Not War
527,040
"Five hundred twenty seven thousand and forty
How will you spend them?
(Inspired by Ecclesiastes 3)
Happy New Year!
Oh How I long for that day.. This is beautiful Lorely.. Happy New Year ..Susie
ReplyDeleteI suppose one could say I'm an idealist...I long for that day too! Happy New Year Susie!
ReplyDeletei am all for love and peace...i too long for that day...happy new year!
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year, Lorely! All that's best to you and yours in 2012. I wholeheartedly agree: Peace & LOVE will give us Hope.
ReplyDeleteHello. Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteWe speak the universal language of love & peace, but sadly, I don't think such a time will ever come...not in my lifetime anyway.
Lovely expressions. Nice image too.
Thanks for sharing & visiting. I appreciate your kind words.
A Poet's Immortal Thoughts
Ah, this is WONDERFUL! What a gift you have Lorely. You have vision. Thanks for your comment on my blog. The music on the New Year video wasn't mine, but you can hear/see my new videos on my blog The Learning Heart.
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ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this piece it seems you have touched a chord nicely written.