Friday, November 16, 2012

War and Peace


I'm sitting here on a Thursday night in the comfort and safety of my home thousands of miles away from Israel and Gaza and all the military and political confrontations going on in the Middle East.

It is surreal for me to sit by a warming fire and watch live missiles and bombs strike buildings and people in a distance. A little later, when the viral community of smart phones and cameras upload the carnage, the world sees and hears the blood and screams of the victims; victims on both sides. Such tragedy!

Today, Friday, a Senate intelligence committee hears more details of another middle eastern region tragedy where four American's were killed in a seemingly coordinated attack on our embassy in Benghazi. Political rancor rages in our nation's capitol over this attack as well as the political fallout from the election.

But I must find a way to sleep this night without the recurring images of innocent victims all over the world. I do so with peaceful images of dusk and poetic words.



Skies of Gold
© 2012 Rolland G. Smith

Bright skies of gold announce the law
Of beauties passage past the fall.
The trees of life with branches cleared;
Once gold themselves when fall premiered.
But now they pause for season’s snow
Awaiting buds to green and grow.
The souls of man have too their gold
In skies of time as all grow old.
For Man it is a time of bright
When all again embrace the light.

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