Mystical Dreaming of Peace

There is force, and then there is true power of united souls willing to stand together in peace.

The wall of sound
Discordant, filled with other-worldly power,
Moves toward us
Fueled by scattered cries
Of retribution and hate.
Powered by dark matter
It is a slow black cloud approaching,
Heralded by vibrations
I can barely sense,
A portent I cannot voice but can feel.
As it moves methodically, intelligently,
Its force increases with each broken soul
Who chooses to join its symphony of destruction.

I am only one
But there are others
Scattered by the winds of these times.
We find each other listening
For the undercurrent of compassion.
We call up a cloud of our own-
One that fills and gains substance
With the breath of each loving act or thought.
We may appear fragile in the face of such force
Approaching in our darkest hour,
But our light grows-
One candle wick touching another
Until our numbers multiply 10,000 fold
And then to more than I can count.
In vigil, we keep silence
Letting the sounds of nature join our
Yet unwritten symphony.
Harmonies emerge pure and intricate.
The sentience of the creatures drawn to us
Gather grace and make our circle whole
Surrounding earth beyond time
From history to potential futures yet unknown.
As we stand motionless,
held by the deep abiding peace of our union,
Love streams through every cell
until we are emanating divine power,
Inward resonance
Outward bound.

When the wall of sound approaches
Driving its force into our atmosphere
Meeting this tender vigil,
We stand untouched by brutal force.
We are stronger now in melodies of peace
Than ever before.
We are bound to earth, and she,
With all the benevolent power
Of our spiritual parentage,
Joins us to dissolve,
In one clear moment,
The forceful wall of sound.

Author's Note

I listened to a meditation on love calling me to first fill up with it, and then send it out to each person in my day. I have felt the battle intensifying, on this plane and others. Written on the morning of 7/14/16, I chose to post this rather than another piece that held more details of the ominous portent that I had been feeling for a few days. I dream of what could happen when collective love meets the gathering force.

Reviews

[. serah .]

~ i agree with the core philosophy of the prevalence of peace... ~ for instance, there are infinitely less number of hateful/dysfunctional/evil/deranged people in the world than there are sane and peace-loving people...

p.s. i read quite a few posts today... you have an excellent command over the english language (as i'm sure you already know)...

[Marianne Rose]

Thank you! Especially for your reflections on peace-loving people outnumbering the deranged ones. I have written a lot for work, but never shared poetry that reflects what I think about before joining this site in June, so I'm lacking in self-confidence when it comes to sharing personal writing- the encouragement of reviews is helping, but I still wait for a review that will shatter my tentative foray into this world by someone who says, "who do you think you are? You're no poet!" My husband keeps encouraging, as do these reviews- I guess what I write for myself can contribute to others as well. He's been telling me that for years. Better late than never I guess.

[. serah .]

~ you're a human being and you know the significance of the freedom of expression...