ALTHOUGH YOU ARE NOT THERE
By Josie Whitehead
The guns have ceased their thunderous roar
And bird song takes its place;
And war has moved to somewhere new
And left but little trace.
The golden meadows bloom with flowers
In summer’s warm, fresh air.
And has the world now healed its wounds
Although you are not there?
The gold of autumn strikes our world;
Then winter’s wind blows cold.
Christmas joy comes flooding in
And Earth’s at peace, we’re told.
When winter changes into spring,
I offer up my prayer
That humans learn to live in peace - - -
Although you are not there.
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