Spreading his wings up to heaven he flew
This great bird of peace, my beautiful dove
In whose heart you find only passion'te love.
To be pris'nner of love is to be true
He was told by the sun at the sea's rite,
That day, the time you'd spent such a good night.

"When the time comes for your enemy,grief
Do not forget the music of a leaf,
To deny the dream which is named hateful
the one word,angel,is the most faithful",
Before thine death a star told me jealously.

Just swear against any idolatry
To hear many more wise sayings with me.

By Anne Girard

Touching the Universe

I want to wash my hair in the whole of the Mediterranean ocean-
Dry it with the tradewinds around Barbados.
I want to rub away my tears on a rainforest-
scream my anger into a volcano and let it burn.
I want to see my reflection icy-blue in a glacier-
scatter my pain onto the Sahara desert.
I want to comb my hair on mountain peaks-
Thrust my hands into a snowdrift to cool.
I want to laugh my joy into a rolling cavern-
Tremble my fears away in an earthquake
I want to stretch my body out over the plains-
Close my eyes and listen to the roar of the sea

Laura Cock

Tree-song

You’ve found a root on the river bank,
once ‘twas a part of a mighty tree.
You turn it around with cautious hands
and the song of the root is set free.

It’s a song of the seed and its power
of life when the sprout starts to grow
a song about breaking the surface
and the juices that rise from below.

and of roots that are searching to nourish
the limbs that are shooting above
the thickening bark and the needles
and twigs that are growing with love

It’s a song about powerful branches
a tree top that’s streching out wide
and shading from burning sunshine
the plants that are growing beside

a song of the midwinter snowstorms
and a bird with a broken wing
and of foggy October mornings
and gentle rain falling in spring

And the song went on ‘till that morning
when the giant fell down, as it must
and it ended up in a whimper
as the trunk was transforming to dust.

You caress the old root with your finger
but it’s silent, there is no more song
so you lay it down, and you linger
distressed, but not for so long

For deep in your soul there’s a blending
of yourself and the singing tree
and from that amazing moment
your mind is set open and free.

Sixten Back

Hope

Hope, oh hope! Take wings and fly!
soar above the clouds so high!
Take me in your gentle embrace,
show me your dreams that alight on your face
Bring me to the place you stay,
and there in peace I will lay
And rest and heal my sore, deep wounds,
and rest my heart and watch the moons
Then, when ready to face the world,
ready to take the words that swirled
Take me and put me in my place,
then come and gently kiss my face
So I will know a dream it was not,
and I’ll thank you for saving me,
from the world were I was caught

By Katie McCullum

A Cry....

Thin and swelling as it rises above the planet
Echoing in the forests where even the birds no longer sing
Chiming over the still, empty seas
ringing throughout the wind-blown plains
Resounding through the solitary mountains where now even the snow is
dead
Singing over the tundra as it cracks and dissolves
Whistling on the clifftop where the grass is so sad it does not grow
And finally, suddenly,
Stopping the roar of the city that has killed the earth
And now man can see what he has done
And now it is too late
Because it is all dead, all dead at last
And so perishes the city
For now the earth must mend.
The trees must grow once more, and the birds sing in the new forests
And the fish must swim in the clear, new seas
And all the earth must be allowed to grow back
Except for Man
For the earth has learnt from man
Why could not man learn from the Earth?

Laura Cock

Life oh life, so far from sight
The truth of life, oh full of might
Life oh life, so full of hurt
Why? We say, our minds alert
Life oh life, new life at birth
And when comes new, not always mirth
Life oh life, the chilling truth
Eye for eye and tooth for tooth
For the life of some is lived like this,
The life of others shall never miss
The chance to bring in peacful bliss.

By Katie McCullum

Dreams of Peace

Each night, before I drift away,
I hope, I wish, I pray,
That it may happen.

Love shall satiate our hearts,
And that is when peace starts,
It could happen.

To the oppressed, freedom,
Our planet, all one kingdom,
It could happen.

Humanity shall overcome,
The hatred, so unwelcome,
It could happen.

No more staring eyes of need,
Every mouth, a hand shall feed,
It could happen.

The fighting shall finally end,
And the world, begin to mend,
It could happen.

Painful days have passed and gone,
Happiness reigns from dawn to dawn,
It could happen.

I might be a child dreaming,
But I can’t resist the feeling,
"It could happen."

The thought I ponder this starry eve,
My heart and soul do believe,
It will happen.

Melissa

Killer

All you want to do
Is kill
All you know to do
Is kill
They teach to you
Against your will.
Peace is something far away
Way beyond your thoughts today
I'm going to teach you how to love
Before I go away.
I want to take you out somewhere
Where they can't teach you pain.
I want to be where we share thoughts
And hopes that are the same.
I don't want you to feel shame,
When someone calls your name,
I want you to be the same
as you were before.
Even though you kill,
I love you still,
But you never will
forget how to kill.

Zoriana

The soldier

stands in the bloody field
Where the battle ended.
Hours ago
There were guns
Shooting death to whoever
Stood to protect the free.
The soldier
Wonders who won the war
And why
was it so important?
The field is empty
And deathly quiet
As the soldier
hears a bird sing happily.
He smiles at the sky
And feels peace.

(Anonymus)