O Peace Poem by Melvina Germain

O Peace you can not touch
a wounded brick or save
old weeping rocks.
You will not hide scarlet rain
or rage of earths desire.

O Peace this world rejects
you like a germ, hiding a
strange enigma truth machine.
The wrath of darkness
holds old souls and peace you
live only within our dreams.

O Peace reach out and call
out names. Let mine make
bold the list. For I, O Peace
do honor the air I breathe
and silence without a twist.

And when you find me frail and
bent, mustering every bit of
strength I've saved trudging
through earths pain. Forgive me
for my darkest thoughts, please
take me in from the rain.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: July 26/2015