We always look for it, and unfortunately, it resides right under our noses!!!
Peace
It begins with you,
It begins with me,
It begins with time,
And it begins in a place,
It is just as natural,
As violence is, unnatural,
It is the breath you take,
The steps you make,
The touches you take,
And the thoughts you make, (most of them),
And everything is about it,
Songs, phrases, love,
Preaches, teaches, love,
It is everywhere and everything,
It is our final trial, after love,
Trials and tribulations are our first chapters,
Devotion and love, or vice versa, is the next,
Building and renovation is next to last,
And the calm of it is the last, at last,
My early Christmas present to you is,
That even through our times,
Even when we express "Good will toward men/women",
Through our own caring ways,
When we see others so desperate for modern and basic needs,
We are never far away from it,
It doesn't dwindle, but gets covered,
In our defense, self-righteousness,
And searchings,
Like a progidal child,
We always get tried and tired of the chase,
We always fear of what we lost ourselves to become,
And we always want to go home,
Sooner or later,
We'll get there soon,
I promise you all, we will get there,
It begins with you,
It begins with me,
It begins with us,
And it begins with all,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2006-12-01 at 05:45
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