• Peace



    The wind is now

    a roaring, smashing

    monster of destruction,

    raking all man's work

    from the valleys,

    from the vales,

    and sends them spinning,

    broken flying -



    but all of that is

    not its core,

    its center is in truth

    eternal stillness

    bright blue skies

    and all you hear

    are gentle whispers

    far away

    and unimportant.