Ziggurats of Peace

Ziggurats tower high above the world of diplomats and bureaucrats,

Above the clouds of earthen concerns of loud crowds of plutocrats,

Above republicans, democrats, and dealers in their corporate habitats,

Reaching up to heavenly borders where gods reside and angels abide,

Far from the clamor of dramatic glamour with no enamor, no upside,

And will we have to descend from this place we cannot comprehend

But love for the peace it affords to bind our chords to the world again?

You Dare to Smile

Bent beneath a load of care, you dare to smile a mile wide,

And let nothing get you down, no frown for you, tis true!

And you dance in the rain, prance through big puddles

To muddle things up a bit, then you laugh, split half your side

To abide in your self-made heaven . . . You dare to smile

Covered Up Safe

And he’ll keep me warm and safe tonight against this unholy, frozen blight,

Frightening though it be for me, tightening of the throat, and face whitening,

You can trace the lines of fear of things far and near, and in my heart hear terror,

Except for the wings that cover me, bringing calm peace, singing serenity,

Giving me new identity in an absurd outpouring of love, mercy and grace.

The Price You Pay

Oh the price you pay today for happiness without satisfaction

For your joy is not joy, just a toy with which to fiddle like a riddle

But you can never solve this puzzle since you muzzled Wisdom

And drove her into the ground without a sound, pound for pound,

And you’ve taken leave of your sense, sit in a corner and grieve,

While fair young Peace stands ready to give you new lease on life

Not rife with pain without gain and no strife, gift of gold not cold

If only you’ll make bold to kneel and kiss his tender, lovely feet

And wrap tightly round him, within him, bound to him forever

And to never pay so high a price for what only looks to you nice

From Where Does Evil Come?

From where does evil come, to lurk so deep in the human heart?

From where or whom was born the dark art, this diabolic part?

Why does humanity so suffer, and where is the heavenly buffer?

Why so much sin that begins again and again with no end in sight?

And how do we fight our depraved nature, light our own dark path?

Why so many white-washed sepulchers in endless rows in sight?

And who hears the newborn cries of life as another aged dies alone?

Mark an appeal to the God of mercy amid the controversy of existence

In persistent chase after an answer without resistance, but assistance,

But how shall we know that holy quiesce never having tasted peace?

So comes the Prince of Peace to grant us lease on an eternity of serenity,

And joy without tears, fear, spears of war and battle gear for earthen drear

That Day Comes

That day comes when love wins over hate, light begins to shine in darkness,

When goodness triumphs ore the bad, and gloom and sadness disappear

From the heart of humanity, and reason drives out all wrecking insanity,

And this day we work toward that so that day will, indeed, come to succeed,

And we cannot grow weary, frightened, or dismayed but advance with cheer

And determination in reclamation of our collective salvation . . . this day,

Then that day will surely come when love wins over hate, light ore darkness,

When the final fight is won, and faith, peace and goodness reign supreme

New Year, New Hope

Crying for peace, churning for goodwill, chasing another year

And will I see you there on the flipside, new ways in new days

Can we put our hearts on the line again to begin again, new again

And trust heaven will rain down on our drought-stricken souls

And leaven our sleep with better dreams, cream of the gods

After tears flowing for years to hear now a promise door open

To an altogether better future of love and nurture

And blessings from above

No More to Live by the Sword

Bullets fly, blood flows, and screams ascend to shatter the peace of heaven
As we leaven our lives with sacrificed innocence unattended by penitence
In wars we fight day and night, continuing the horrifying plight of people
All this world over, sending children to graves enslaving their very souls
Till at last we battle for peace in a peaceful combat without mad violence
In quietness yet with determination to save ourselves from extermination
No matter opposition from proprietors of conflict inflicting pain for gain
And surely splendid love in all her glory will heal this war-weary world

 

JFKWar

No More Turning Away

There’ll be no more turning away from the weak and weary

I am here with all power from the higher regions of heaven

To leaven your life with light and life, love, truth and beauty

To fulfill my sacred duty to serve all people with no reserve

And I see your eyes and hear your cries before all love dies

And I know your pain with no gain in life or in immortality

And the seeming banality of your humdrum daily existence

As you persist in trying to find meaning with little resistance

And I’m here for you to do for you what you can’t do for me

To place my hands on your head to make a bed for serenity


Editor’s Note: Thank you to Pink Floyd for inspiring this poem with their song, “On the Turning Away.”