When I go on walks
I’ve noticed that Peace talks to me
About all the ways she could be
Alive in the world today in an
everyday way
a subtle way
a creative way
a sung way
a loud way
a diversive way
a fun way
a together way
an inner journey kind of way
She tells me she’s suffering from a marketing problem
She needs a ‘re-brand’
She feels like a 1950’s woman, contained, imprisoned, shamed, silenced and worst of all tamed.
Limited to a symbol, new age, hippies and Ghandi
Banded about and wheeled out only when she’s deemed ‘handy’
She yearns to be useful, bold, a changemaker inspiring all
A gauntlet to humanity’s true nature call
‘Bring me out into the light’
She whispers as I stroll
‘Let me out on parole’
‘Let me bring healing to communities that are broken
Help me to unite and fix the pain so often unspoken
Let me transform the darkness of hate
It’s my time-and it’s your fate.
Reclaim me from those who try to own me as theirs
Peace is everyone’s right
On this path we’re walking
Who dares?
To get up, stand up, speak up, make up, break it up, and shake it up…..
To speak up for me wherever you can
For all lasting transformation is by my hand’…
When I go on walks
I’ve noticed that Peace talks.