One day
we'll talk
about the bombs that missed the targets in their dysfunction,
fallen to the ground, a memory of fear's intention.
The earth will lay it's windy soil and seed,
generations of barefoot children
will run in the grass there laughing, kites lifting.
One day we'll talk about
that inner life growing rich and private
sweet and unassaulted,
the meaning of personal peace.
One day we'll talk about love
and what we did right.
We'll talk about safe keeping
sacred secrets,
the joy of very small things completed,
the creative act
and it's significance in and of itself.
One day we'll talk about the
way that silence worked in symbol
reaches the mind quietly
in the way all goodness is fostered until strong.
About the invisible,
about energy sustained-
one day, we'll talk.
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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