Does Peace exist in this world,
With trauma and crucifying wars,
With the destruction and pending doom,
Is it worthy to believe there is room?
Untitled and revealing, put on display,
Peace is much talked about, with nothing to say,
Is it the end point or the beginning? where does it sit?
In the vastness of experience of decay, the opposite.
Peace links us in, perhaps in our hearts,
The connections of silence, which bridges our past.
The knowing that we are worth, we are justice, we are bright,
The being of ourselves, the shinning white light.
Glimpses each day, build the data of the truth,
Living with love creates the pudding of proof.
Peace guides within, its radius expanding,
Bringing us home to our very beginning.