14 May 2010

Sonnet Three

I think often of the path toward peace,
And in that thinking my mind cannot grasp
The length and breadth to which it is deceiv'd.
Simple seems my goal and not much to ask.
To put aside enmity; to be one
In this world with those like and not like me.
Yet why do I feel my hope is undone?
Why do I feel adrift in a gray sea?
Can love fo all trump fear of difference?
Or is man's future lock'd behind borders?
A sad state indeed, this world lacking sense.
the sameness of man hides beneath cultures.
And so I look inward for my lost way,
Serene in mind if only for today.
Copypright 2010

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