Seeing Peace

like pouring love

over an open field

 

or making hot tea

made of comfort

 

finding moss

made of patience

 

an elixir of innocence

in freshly-fallen snow

 

like the sun turning

flitting leaves to gold

 

like a hug that

changes the world

 

we make our way there

through here and now,

 

tinting what we find

with our aspirations,

 

inflecting these with

our every action,

 

so that we can see hope

so that we can touch peace. – TS