By Ron Faust
There is a stillness in the cold morning air A light blue canopy with puffy clouds Waiting…for something to happen Anything to stir the nonchalance of the day A bud to form leaves on the bare twigs To break out seasonal shouts of Springtime Waiting can be excruciatingly painful When starving for your next meal And all you can do is take your last breath As bombs go off in the far distance In war-torn Gaza with no place to go Or on the shambled streets of Ukraine Maybe death is the only relief there is We’re tired of the death and destruction So very tired of the missed transitions When earlier diplomacy would save lives Over the use of force and saber rattling Avoiding a diplomacy allowing starvation Now is time to change any course of genocide We’re been waiting for a conscience of peace To cease war rather than funding to prolong it Waiting…for something to happen, not to despair, We are the voice for the depth of peace to surface. 3/3/24 (On occasion of the annual meeting of PeaceWorks KC and memorial for Aaron Bushnell who gave his life as a peacemaker against genocide). (c) 2024, Ron Faust, Creative Commons Attribution Share-Alike 4.0 International License.
