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| "Smiling is very important. If we are not able to smile, then the world will not have peace." ~ Nhat Hanh |
"There is no way to peace; peace is the way." ~ A. J. Muste
“I went to jail for 11 days for disturbing the peace;
I was trying to disturb the war."
~ Joan Baez
I was trying to disturb the war."
~ Joan Baez
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Midweek Motif ~ Peace
I want a peace so large that I can not reach its boundaries. I have experienced this a few times in retreats, more times alone. But I want even more than personal peace. I want social and political peace ~ and not just any peace ~ peace with justice. Yet until that comes, I won't scoff at personal peace. It helps me through the life we have. What about you?
Have you known peace? What was it like? How large a peace can you imagine? How does that change when we imagine peace ~ or create peace ~ together?
Please write and post a new poem, addressing how you know peace now. Make us feel it.
The first peace, which is the most important, is that which comes within the souls of people when they realize their relationship, their oneness, with the universe and all its powers, and when they realize that at the center of the universe dwells Wakan-Tanka, and that this center is really everywhere, it is within each of us.
~ Black Elk
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~ Black Elk
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I Many Times Thought Peace Had Come (739)
by Emily Dickinson
I many times thought Peace had come
When Peace was far away—
As Wrecked Men—deem they sight the Land—
At Centre of the Sea—
And struggle slacker—but to prove
As hopelessly as I—
How many the fictitious Shores—
Before the Harbor be—
When Peace was far away—
As Wrecked Men—deem they sight the Land—
At Centre of the Sea—
And struggle slacker—but to prove
As hopelessly as I—
How many the fictitious Shores—
Before the Harbor be—
Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It ebbs not back like the sea.
I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.
I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies--
You are my deepening skies,
Give me your stars to hold.
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It ebbs not back like the sea.
I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.
I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies--
You are my deepening skies,
Give me your stars to hold.
Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God. ~ Jesus
"Better than a thousand hollow words
Is one word that brings peace.
Better than a thousand hollow verses
Is one verse that brings peace." ~ Gautama Buddha
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using Mr. Linky below and visit others in the spirit of the community— (Next
week Susan’s Midweek Motif will be ~ Plastic Bags. )
