Peace be still
there is a longing
in my soul
for a certain Peace,
one that i can not
remember
but one that i
intimately know
i once knew
where has she fled
why does she hide
from me
where does her
and her family
of the Holies of me
reside
we the people
of creation
do dream of thee,
each of us
in our own way,
thus adding to the
myriad
of your complexity
your regality of
expression
and our collective
hearts
we have been
searching for you
since that “fabled” 8th
Day
which even the
Prophets and Story Tellers
allude not to
nor dare not speak of
we have yearned for
you
burned villages for
you
as well as our
brethren
at the stake
the sacrifice for
your presence
is high
we attempted to
negotiate
for your grace
with our deceits
our decorum
and our misgivings
found in our
diplomacy
and politics . . .
to no avail
we have sat an
listened
to the “Anointed”
ones amongst us
as they preached
about you
and our hearts ached
for but a touch of
you
please . . .
touch the hem of “my”
garment
that i may know
of your
Remembrance of me
we held still with
our faith
and we were resolute
in holding you
in the vestiges
of our replete mind
we created
convictions
for you
and even persecuted
our reflective selves
in honor of a
variable truth
we were persuaded was
the embodiment
of your persona
in our lives
we and i write and
speak
many words
in our Poetry,
our Prose
our Prayers
and our Letters
and our soft
whisperings
in your obeisant
honor
yet you show not your
face
save in our own
“Self Convincing”
“Self”
that you are real
embrace me
Peace where art thou
do you only visit
upon
our restless nights
with dreams of
fleeting grandeur
we too soon forget
how many times how
many
must die
that your etheric
effigy
may actualize
into some verifiable
lasting reality
where all who hunger
and thirst for you
may be satisfied
i have come before
the altar
of men i did not know
i have erected a few
of mine own
to pay an homage and
obeisance
i trusted you were
worthy of . .
to Love
Peace, our hearts are
needy
our minds are supple
and ready to be
cultivated
Oh Peace, mold my
aspirations
and my vision
cast me in the Ovens
and fire me until i
become hardened
in your divine image
let thy hand caress
my consciousness
and cajole me to walk
the path of resolve
that we may come to
understand
we all live by One
collective Breath
Peace, come unto us
and Peace be unto You
Peace Be Still
© 29 August 2012 :
William S. Peters, Sr.
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