There are three bows to be untied
if peace is to abide.
Untie the bow of fear
and open the package of hope.
Untie the bow of greed
and open the package of faith.
Untie the bow of hate
and open the package of love.
Pretend it is Christmas Day
and celebrate
Peace to all of good will,
If you will.
Pretend it is your birthday
and free yourself
Of the past.
When all the bows are untied
Peace will abide.
Filed under POETRY
Will you write to me
Of fallow fields
Or bounteous yields
Of herb and spice
To brighten the palate
Or bury the dead?
Which is better stated
In a letter created
To satisfy the need
To get a bead
On where we are headed?
What would your words mean to us?
What would it matter?
Keep your words off the page
Or I ‘ll be mad as a hatter
Before all is said
And I am done.
No letters, please.
No promises.
No warnings.
Better to believe it all
Will look better tomorrow.
Filed under POETRY
annarino writes 