Living Verbs: Sneak Peek from Upcoming Haiku Book

Peace is not passive.

Love is not a brief feeling.

Both are living verbs.

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Dreaming of Peace

Peace comes not from threat of force,

From fear or wealth, some fragile source.

Peace is found in people whole

And fed and free; when every soul

Has food to eat, a place to sleep,

When we collectively can weep

For all injustice, every loss,

Beyond all superficial gloss.

When we build each other up

And share of every meal and cup,

When we drop arms of every kind,

Maybe then some Peace we’ll find.

Yes, educated, healed, and loved,

We’ll find the Peace we’re dreaming of.

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Heaven & Hell

A person needn’t die to see

Heaven’s Light or Hell’s debris.

In every word, with every deed,

We choose the kind of Life we’ll lead.

Hell’s fires light with words of spite

That keep us trapped in endless fight.

Yet if we can forgive and love,

What Life is that but Heav’n’s above?

You see, we choose our fates right now.

Sit back, observe, and you’ll see how.

It’s best that we remember this:

Eternity is in our midst.

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Into The Skies

Bear me up into the skies,

Where the winged falcon flies.

Let me skate across the dawn

As nighttime’s covering is drawn.

I want to dive into the blue

As midday chases off the dew,

And when my swim at last as done,

Bathe in the reds of sinking Sun.

I’ll dry off with the cloth of night

And rest beneath the twinkling light.

Easing back onto the ground,

I marvel at the peace I’ve found.

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