Poems about peace

Formally arranged
Cloyingly sweet
Flowers of summer
Greenhouses
Candles lit
Furniture gleaming
To honour the guest
Resplendent
In Sunday best
Lying cold and still
In satin lined luxury
Head
On a comfortable pillow
Tie and lips
Properly knotted
Eyes closed
With glasses perched
On the bridge of his
Powdered nose
The veneer of eternal good health
Courtesy of
Pots and brushes of
Paints and powders
Waiting for friends to arrive
Speaking in hushed voices
Careful of disturbing
His slumber
He was a good man
If there's anything i can do...
They filter in
They filter out
Tears love and platitudes
In equal measure
Quiet music
Devoid of life
And meaning
Insipid tunes
Of eternal rest
It's a blessing really
Did he suffer
The blues of Brahams
Chimes sound to signal
Each new arrival
Hugs and air kisses
Solemn handshakes
Sympathetic smiles
Until there are none
She is left alone with him
Looking down
A tear
Falls on his face
A quick touch up required
Before he rests in perfect quiet
But for the ticking of his watch

The thought of my thoughts
So perverse and arise
Gave heed to my needs
So deceiving and contrived

To you, the one
Whom sat there so silent
My thoughts of you were perfect
So simple, so violent

Now you are here
Under my blade, my render
Screaming for your loved ones
Your husband, your mother

But what will you scream
When no sound can be heard
I think it will be nothing
Not one syllable, nor word

You cough and gasp
As I watch from above
You cry and squirm
As a pool forms of your blood

I watch you fade
As your eyes drain of life
I sit here in peace
Slowly cleaning my knife

It's so easy to lose faith in God
When the men and women who
Preach so vehemently
Stab knives into your heart,
Call you less than worthy.

What was it that made me
So wrong? So less than them?
Was it my Jewishness,
My heritage,
My still learning even from them?

What I learned was they can
Hate, wound, laugh at, destroy,
Throw a human away.

Why? Because I am not famous enough?
Talented enough?
Well known enough?

What does Christ think looking down?
Should I instantly forgive? Even though it makes me feel like dying?
Does Christ instantly forgive them?
Even though they twisted me around
So tightly I didn't have time to learn fast enough?
Will they do it again to someone else?
Would they do it again to me if I gave them the chance?

Why did they even want to walk through my door???
What did they think they would find here?
Why did they get so angry when they didn't get what they needed?
Why didn't they just go in peace?

O Lord, please set my bound heart free
Let not this world my prison be
Where fear and shame would pull me down
To suffocate and cause me to drown

'Stead loose my soul that it may soar
Heavy, fettered, chained no more
So You can lead me to the hills
Away from where "perfection" kills

In You alone my worth is found
What joy immense, this truth profound
To know I'm precious in Your sight
My strength, my hope, my life's delight

Surrendered now to Your control
'Tis love which heals my wounded soul
Convinced that I can trust Your heart
Toward me, to You my cares I impart

And selfish may I no more be
But lend me eyes that I might see
The wounds which other souls still have
To give to them Your healing salve

That You might take their tender pain
And turn it to eternal gain
So suffering may not wasted be
But used to set our cold hearts free

Then we who in triumphant praise
More closely on Your face may gaze
Beholding all Your beauty vast
Held tight to You, content at last!

Knowing I've had the chance
And taken your hands in mine
To join in this dance.

The wind brings strange whispers across the sea
From a distant shore, lapping on our beach
Half song half speech with a deep silence
A deep peace to accept, and no need to question.

Give me a piece
A peace to your heart,
Give me a place
So that our love
Can start.
Give me a piece
A piece of your mind,
Give me your peace
And leave your worries behind.

Give me your hand,
And I'll show you the world,
Up from above, and below the sand,
Give me your feet
And I'll not lead you astray,
Give me you,
So we can go on our way.

Give me a piece
Of the peace you hold dear,
Give me something,
Anything,
Let's start a friendship right here.

And so our friendship
Will bloom like flowers
In the spring,
It'll come like the weather,
With all the sun and rain,
And the wind that sings.

Give me a piece of your peace
My love,
And I'll show you what heaven
Is really made of.

It's not made out of gold,
Or silvery things,
It's not even worth,
Its worth in diamond
Rings.

It's made out of love,
And pieces of peace,
It's the whispers of the wind
That plays in the trees.

It's the sweet ringing laughter
When you laugh in my ear,
It's when I hear you,
Your sweet voice my dear.

A piece of peace,
Is all that I need,
Because that's all it takes,
Is one little seed.

So give me a piece of your peace
My friend,
And I'll stand by it
Never to
End.

A Piece
Of
Peace.

Although it's peace
That we seek
We find ourselves
Up the creek
Viewing a picture
That's bleak
From the folly of man
And his long losing streak

It seems the way
Of our times
Fighting wars
That are crimes
Killing kids
In their primes
Robbing them
Of lifetimes

Religion and greed
Continue to shell
Leaving death behind
In the wake of shrapnel
Not just the soldiers
But civilians as well
Yes it does seem
We've made our own living hell

Why can't we end this
Why won't we cease
From these men who seek power
Is there no release
Death and heartache
Continue on the increase
My heart cries out
Are there no men of peace