Last night, I tried but I couldn’t sleep
My mind danced, eyes twitched
My belly rumbled, just as the doorbell rings
I stand, sit and rise again
Please Lord, no soldiers today
It’s been a year of cold waiting
Through lonely winter nights
And pillows of tears
Silent rhythms of body aging
Aging from the lack of you here
Do come home
When the evil war passes over
Its sweet ending brings us together
Let the promise of forever stay stronger
Sipping sweet scents into my life
As I stand to open my home’s door
Let it be no soldier of death
I look through my door’s hole
A glimpse of dread
Sturdy fellow on the other side peeps back
A braveness takes over
I open with peace
He opens his lips
He bravely shatters my soul
Today is the end
He spills tales of death like it’s fame
Another one of us has fallen today, he says
Fallen or died?
For political ego or justice?
His death holds no gallant victory for me
It’s bleeding sorrow
Lord, I had prayed the fallen one won’t bear this address or name.
Lately, the thought of war and the pain it leaves behind has overwhelmed me. We do not want war; we want peace, love, joy and life abundantly.