Toward Peace
Perhaps some part of me still believes
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, Toward Peace
peace is a destination,
a place we arrive, ideally together.
I notice how shiny it is, this belief,
like a flower made of crystal,
beautiful, but lifeless,
devoid of the dust and scuff
that come from living a real day.
Meanwhile, there is this invitation
to grow into peace the way real flowers grow—
in the dirt. With blight and drought,
beetles and hail.
Meanwhile this invitation
to live in the tangle of fear and failure,
to be humbled by my own inner wars
and wonder how to find a living peace
right here, the peace that arrives
when we take just one step through the mess
toward compassion and notice
as our foot rises our heart also rises
and in that lifted moment
still scraping along in the dirt,
there is a peace so real we become light,
become the momentum that is the change.
4 Comments
Faye White
A lovely, delicate blossom!
Monte Stevens
It is from my sisters back yard and taken in 2012. It is beautiful!
Earl
Soft and Lovely!
Monte Stevens
You and Faye use the same word, “Lovely.” A most fitting description of the Clematis. We are going to be cooler today with scattered clouds. We were gifted with a nace rain yesterday afternoon. I saw where we received 3-4 tenths of an inch. Have a great day, my friend!