Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Peace

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 Of all the dreams anyone ever had, second only to love, the most beautiful if one of the saddest has to be…

PEACE

It’s a hybrid rose called Peace
that carries spring into summer,
letting its petals fall in autumn
to shield the heart from its winter

Coloured yellow, the peace rose
is for remembrance of times past;
if love, like roses, fade and die,
be sure its petals are crafted to last

At any time of year, whenever
and wherever we ache for a need
to inhale love’s heady perfume,
Peace roses, human senses, invade

Too often loved ones go to war,
never to return or, even if they do,
we too, like them, still suffer
as only humanity in winter can do

If the more ghastly realities of war
even ghosts fear, only fools suppose
its deeper roots lie but dormant
as nature sleeps and nothing grows

At such times, we must be strong,
take well-worn paths the heart knows,
for where there’s love there’s hope
and kinder summers of the Peace rose


From: On the Battlefields of Love by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2010

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