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POETRY ABOUT PEACE

At Peace
Making Peace In Our Time
Christmas Bells

AT PEACE
by Ann Mortifee
I have haunted the hills for moonlit traces,
Silent wanderers, kinsmen of my soul.
I have lone-wolf beckoned upon the farthest star
Wailed my throat into a siren's call
Beckoned Creation to smite me dead
Or awaken me from slumber.

Under my foot the rock is cold
But in my chest the best of Creation hovers.
Ablaze like a thousand centuries of Suns
I am compressed into one small marble
Of stillness.

I will not perish from the cold.
I am older than starlight
And at peace with time.
The rhyme of the ancients flows in my veins
And pain and sorrow have no power
over me.
copyright Ann Mortifee 1996

MAKING PEACE IN OUR TIME
by Douglas McCulloch

Remember our great wars, and in detail;
Our fighting fathers knew not what they did -
Come to forgive, but remember, every one,
Their barbaric acts of war.

The hurting for and taking of revenge
Defeats the takers, like spit in the wind;
Our fathers knew not what they did -
Forgive and remember, “obeying orders” does not excuse
Barbaric acts of war.

In the soil of remembrance
Plant the acorns of peace;
Water them well, every day, for years,
With the deliberate endless tears
Of for-giving, and giving, and giving,
The pain and sorrow wrung out of your soul.

It may be no consolation at all,
But these oaks could burst the prisons,
Crumble the foundations of hatred,
And set us all free.

Not peace in our time,
But peace in our children’s time,
If they need not forgive and remember
Our own barbaric acts of war.

Douglas McCulloch 2000

Christmas Bells
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Story Behind "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day"
"Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men."
Luke: 2:14

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till, ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
"For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead; nor doth he sleep!
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men!"

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