While a dwindling minority
of the powerful shout and cheerlead
for war,
you whisper eternal peace.
While lightning bolts
come from thunderclouds of
the martial..
you are the silent stars
which transcend and outlast
the ephemeral storm.
God bless you.
God bless your husband.
God bless America.
God bless the world
God bless all beings.
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RYEFIELD HARP
The ryefield harp
is strummed by the wind
and plucked by the
feathers of the groundnesting
birds he shelters..
banish the Caterpillars
to save the caterpillars
(thank you Truman Capote,
author of The Grass Harp)
CARVED
He walks upon the water
and writes our wrongs upon the sand
When we lay down our throwing stones
He carves our joy's destiny in
the mountains