Out of the wayward skies <br />upon the branches of a bare winter tree <br />alight the birds of peace. <br />God knows, we need them now. <br />We always thought there was only one <br />in the form of a dove, <br />white and soft and downy, <br />with the proverbial olive branch <br />held lightly in her beak. <br /> <br />How can a peace offering <br />be held lightly <br />when the world’s battlefields <br />are running with blood and gore. <br />It must be clutched to the heart <br />where all light and the ideals <br />of true human life reside <br />and can imbue that peace offering <br />with all the heart can call upon. <br /> <br />The tree rustles itself <br />among the settling of feathers and claws <br />as the birds of peace dig in. <br />They are here. <br />They are not leaving anytime soon. <br />They have been called out of the Universal Mind <br />by those whose souls have been <br />sickened by war <br />and have cried ‘enough’ <br />loud enough <br />for them to hone in on and arrive. <br /> <br />These birds of peace <br />will continue to hold the space <br />until we, <br />as sleep-walking humans, <br />awake to our own evolutionary cues, <br />and remember that we alone <br />are responsible for what happens here. <br />That we alone <br />are the peace makers and the war mongers <br />and the choice is always ours.<br /><br />Jyoti Wind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/birds-of-peace/
