When Conflict Takes On Form ~ A Breeze Becomes A Storm

When conflict takes on form

A breeze becomes a storm –

Fight against things unseen,

And all the places we have been.

Futile attempts to overcome

The things we can’t outrun.

Fear will follow

And so we wallow ~

Pitch and plunge,

Cannot expunge –

There is no clout,

That can let us out.

Every battle has an end;

So forgive and mend –

For the seeds we sow

Can heal and grow.

Change the gear,

And fight the fear.

When fear is gone ~

The peace will dawn.

Valerie Hayes

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