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| IN PEACE by Helen Losse | | 2007-05-30 06:10:00 | | PeaceIf we believe,as we say we believe,that there is aknowledge that passesbeyond all we knowor can even hope to knownow, past all we can dream bythe rushing river or realize oncethe frenzy of mystical vision is gone,and if, in choosing to believe,we get to knowledge-beyond-knowledgethat we do not fully possessbut believe is God-imbued,so that just as the stream,encountering the worn rocks and the urgent falls,does not question the sourceeither of its being or its continuance,but flows—trusting—toward the closest sea,somehow we know without knowingthat we more than endure,ride in wide-loving arms.Now that’s something to know.So why don’t we livelike the bell-shaped lilies live,growing and thriving in peace? First published in Domicile...Please visit Helen at Windows Toward the World
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| | SONGS OF WAR by Helen Losse | | 2007-05-23 07:04:00 | | Perhaps, the adage believed by children is true.It concerns the way they view the world,line blasted streets.The men will die for those who govern,singing songs of war and trumped-up creeds,pitting brother against brother, maiming for life.The sucking babes who cannot cryhave parched throats—throats that swellamid the rubble. Have those children no homes,no mothers?first published in Poets Against the War (February 2003)
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| | LISTEN by Helen Losse | | 2007-05-12 23:49:00 | | A soldier keeping watch in the darkness prays for lightyet sees only the firing of rockets. A native woman—holding, comforting a child—is stifling her muffledcries to Allah. And surely, each heart speaks.But who will hear God’s answer,alone in the Iraqi night?First published in Domicile (March 2003), and later in Gathering the Broken Pieces, “Poets On Peace #5,” FootHills Publishing, 2004.Please visit Windows Toward the World
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| NEXT TO THE GREAT, GREEN SEA by Helen Losse | | 2007-04-27 22:32:00 | | I rose from my rest on the sandy shore,next to the great, rolling sea. The oceanbreeze felt as soft as my lover’seye-kiss. The color of ocean was green.God’s greatest hope is a great, green earth—a brother hugging a brother, a sister hersister. The sky held the cinema show,Concerning Clouds. One of the clouds toldthe unedited story. So it’s normal thatnews about starvation unsettled me:The ugly facts: a blotchy face, a bloatedbelly. Myriads of people. Mushy-brown rice.Black maggots, maybe. Maybe.Then why a rainbow came clearly informs.Seven soft pastels over the water,spilling onto the beach in concentric bands.God-promised colors by the great, green seaanswer several questions I did not ask. Please visit Helen at her blog Windows Toward The WorldPrevious Post - ESTHER SPARKS (New Orleans) - PEACE
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