Comments about Jyoti Wind
Birds Of Peace
Out of the wayward skies
upon the branches of a bare winter tree
alight the birds of peace.
God knows, we need them now.
We always thought there was only one
in the form of a dove,
white and soft and downy,
with the proverbial olive branch
held lightly in her beak.
How can a peace offering
be held lightly
when the world’s battlefields
are running with blood and gore.
It must be clutched to the heart
where all light and the ideals
of true human life reside
and can imbue that peace offering
with all the heart can call upon.