Peace

Peace

soft snow
silencing
the land
in a blanket
of calm

a whispered
song, precious
and unheard

like the light
on our faces,
unnoticed,
unseen,

until we listen
outside
ourselves

until we look
to the sky.

First Peace

The rose
of the early
grace of sunrise,

the bud
that breaks
through the
surface
of the earth,

before it
ever knows
rain,

let us be
in those
moments
of unthreatened
peace.

Peace Angel

You ripple
soft blue
black wings

a manta ray
curling under
clear salty
ocean

I feel the thin
wake of your
gliding

bringing beauty
to the cry
of my pinched
heart

I want to follow
the curve
of your wings

that great glide
deep through
green
black

even
sightless
depths

I keep your
shadow light
form
in view
as I dive

the wake
of my heart
rippling

I descend
in search
of your silent
peace