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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