In Search Of Peace. Poem by Fay Slimm

Peace will not come easy
If we skirt the need for care.
This essential space
Where we embrace
The other, if they're there.

.If we don't look in the corners
Where dust has covered in
Every vestige of humility.
Where shall we begin?

This search for peace is ancient
So the sages seemed to say.
They too left home
And hearth, to roam
And find, without delay
This feeling all too absent
From the life of yesterday..


Peace itself though is not far
It's but a choice away.
A choice to feel or not to feel
This blissful trait, ...Today.


This place where, deep and hidden
Lies contentment. That's the key.
We must find this to find our peace
Whatever else may be
Before, or now. The thing is how
To set our spirit free..

So will this sheer elation
Which comes with joi-de-vivre,
Reject the devastation
Which besets us, to deceive
With causing nothing helpful
In our quest to make belief
In Peace a goal. Oh yes
Our pursuit, this fine pursuit
Is for true happiness.



So, to find this 'sadness-antidote'
Let's begin, , for what it's worth.
Let's put Peace within our heart.
For as long as we're on earth.