Rest, the road exacts its Toll,
Take a load off wearied sole;
Close your eyes and breathe Life in,
Reflect on where your feet have been.
Confident, they marched with ease;
Terrified, ‘neath shaking knees
They stumbled on when doubtful days
Blocked e’en hope’s most brilliant rays.
Pause, let wand’ring feet sit still,
Exhale deep, let lungs refill;
Slow your pace, take time to stroll,
Rest is good for every sole.
Peace is pollen, miniscule seed
That roots in mindful soil; it breeds
Where thoughts are harboured, captured by
A mind that chooses what supply
To water, weed, and tend with care,
And which to deny access there.
After thoughts which harm are routed
Peaceful seeds can then be sprouted;
Global gardens introspected
Are the places peace perfected.
Peace begins within – before hatred can grow and germinate, it must be thought, considered, ingested into the soul. As our hearts move toward those in Paris and Beirut who have suffered at the hands of hatred, I must ask – How does your garden grow?
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 