Hoist your sail
Raise your white flag
Launch your boat, your small craft
Warning, the seas are rough
And sail away
Into a sea of deep
Blue deep
Breathe
In the air of healing grace
And drift away from the land of the raging wars
Drop anchor
Land on an island
Of He is Peace
Inhabited by the olive-branched dove
Sleep by the light of the waning moon
Wax not poetic
Let go of
Words laced with sarcasm,
Speak not biting bits of sharp edged words
And bury your hatchet deep in the sand
Pick up your brother’s hand
And walk to the edge of the salty
Shore, step into the
Sea of healing
Water, wash
Mercy
Over us
All
Lord have mercy
God reign mercy.
And sleep in heavenly peace
Dream long of a place where the banner over all
Flies high, Love
Lives strong
The greatest of these
Grabs hold of tongues and hearts
And wake in a world of
Living in His love
By the light of new dawn, new day
Pale, twinkling stars set high
Set in the heavens by Him
God and Father of all
And wake to a symphony blowing
Waving notes of peace
Gently, washing onto
The sands of time
It is
For
Us to live a life of peace
No banging, blaring, discourse or hate
But Mankind
Men and Women
Who know His love
To love and live
In
Peace
May it reign.
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Heading off for a brief writing sabbatical. Very brief.
Enjoy this one day. It is a gift.
Thank you for the gift–drifting me off in peace!
Drop anchor Land on an island of He is Peace…deep sigh of letting it all out and breathing in peace and joy. Thanks for this gift as we head off into this weekend.
This is so beautiful. I love the image of the sail as a white flag.
Thank you for breathing peace, my friend. I particularly love this:
bury your hatchet deep in the sand
Pick up your brother’s hand
And walk to the edge of the salty
Shore, step into the
Sea of healing
Water, wash
Mercy
Ahh, such letting go here. It is so good.