A Hard-Won PeaceA Poem by Marianne RoseThe perspective of age and experience mellowing the intensity of the inner struggle for peace.
The quality of life has changed;
There is a breeze now that cools The fiery intensity of this soul. Colors are brighter- Pink blossoms in sunlight, Delicate leaves, Shadows playing on our miniature meadow. I have passed through a gauntlet, And though not unscathed, The joy I imagined has Simmered down from exploding light To a quiet eternal flame. Is it the time passing, Age giving way to perspective, That have set the prophet's words to rest? The war has stopped And somehow, I didn't notice when or why. One day, sitting under a tree, Reading the writings of a seeker Who witnessed too much, I realized Peace was finally present. I am tired, Like a pilgrim who has walked too many paths, Entered strangers' homes, And seen too many dire prophecies come true. I am tired, But not weary. There is a home I find In myself now. After searching for a lifetime, I have the will and heart To homestead one small piece of earth. The pioneer days give way To cultivating where I am Rather than seeking Where I want to be. This is a hard-won peace. I do not know if it comes from Victory or surrender. But it has come, And I am grateful. © 2016 Marianne RoseReviews
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StatsAuthorMarianne RoseSanta Rosa, CAAboutRecently retired from a Community College as an Employment Advisor and Program Developer - such inspiring, hopeful work. The dreams and hopes born out of loss and confusion stimulate the writer in me... more..Writing
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