Peace is a Patient Farmer

 

A new world waits to be born –

wave after wave brings us closer

to the mystic shore.  Some sing,

generous with fate, to distant

Mountains in the North.  Some

sleep at the feet of the gentle ones.

Here, you cannot travel

without first finding it within.

Peace is a patient farmer

who rises before the light.

Do not mourn the past

for all great minions fall away.

The wild breathless pace

of change continues.

Days give way to nomad years

and with them, the forgiven

sins of men.  Under turquoise skies

we plow the fields

of a thousand blazing

suns.

(Written by Jessica Thompson.  First published in Nomad’s Choir, Spring 2010.)

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