A Peaceful Place
A Peaceful Place
There must be a beautiful morning somewhere
A dawn lit by justice and judgment is fair
A place where a helping hand is held out
An ear that will listen stands poised and devout.
A place you can go when your heart needs attending
A place where a spirit gets healing and mending
A place where love’s fire burns bright day and night
And in from the cold you may warm by its light.
There must be a brilliant evening somewhere
Where the sun finally sets on pain and despair
Where the coming of night is not filled with grief
And comforting sleep brings you joyful relief.
A place where the sunset is apt to reflect
A day without malice, without disrespect
A place where the only tears shed, are for joy
And a heart is not battered and bounced like a toy.
There must be a wonderful day somewhere
In a place filled with love and a great need to care
A place where the burdens of conflict are lifted
Where love is a skill and all lovers are gifted.
Where daily are spoken the words that support
And every mistake is not met with retort
A place where the land has not soaked up the blood
Where honour and truth are not cast in the mud.
A place where the children are not left alone;
Where Sisters and Brothers may come to atone
Where homeless and helpless don’t cower in fright
Where the hearts and the minds of the world can unite.
So you set on a journey to seek out this land
With compass and map and a vision so grand
To find peace and comfort in a world that’s so new
Where waters are crystal and skies are so blue.
With showers that cleanse and winds that refresh
Where the spirit is fed and not just the flesh
But search as you may, what you’ll find to be true
That it cannot be found, until it’s found within you.
Love & Light,
♥Angel Love♥
I absolutely love this. Gorgeous poetry and such a tranquil place indeed. And the music is exquisite too.
beautiful write Angel Love!
Picture a bright blue ball, just spinning, spinnin free,
Dizzy with eternity.
Paint it with a skin of sky,
Brush in some clouds and sea,
Call it home for you and me.
**** A peaceful place or so it looks from space, *****
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace
Is the human face,
But afraid we may lay our home to waste.
There’s a fear down here we can’t forget.
Hasn’t got a name just yet.
Always awake, always around,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Now watch as the ball revolves
And the nighttime falls.
Again the hunt begins,
Again the bloodwind calls.
By and by, the morning sun will rise,
But the darkness never goes
From some men’s eyes.
It strolls the sidewalks and it rolls the streets,
Staking turf, dividing up meat.
Nightmare spook, piece of heat,
It’s you and me.
You and me.
Click flash blade in ghetto night,
Rudies looking for a fight.
Rat cat alley, roll them bones.
Need that cash to feed that jones.
And the politicians throwin’ stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Commissars and pin-stripe bosses
Roll the dice.
Any way they fall,
Guess who gets to pay the price.
Money green or proletarian gray,
Selling guns ‘stead of food today.
So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And the politicians throwin’ stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Heartless powers try to tell us
What to think.
If the spirit’s sleeping,
Then the flesh is ink
History’s page will thus be carved in stone.
And we are here, and we are on our own
On our own.
On our own.
On our own.
If the game is lost,
Then we’re all the same.
No one left to place or take the blame.
We can leave this place and empty stone
Or that shinin’ ball we used to call our home.
So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And the politicians throwin’ stones,
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
[Bridge two:] Shipping powders back and forth
Singing black goes south and white comes north.
In a whole world full of petty wars
Singing I got mine and you got yours.
And the current fashion sets the pace,
Lose your step, fall out of grace.
And the radical, he rant and rage,
Singing someone’s got to turn the page.
And the rich man in his summer home,
Singing just leave well enough alone.
But his pants are down, his cover’s blown…
And the politicians throwin’ stones,
So the kids they dance
And shake their bones,
And it’s all too clear we’re on our own.
Singing ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Picture a bright blue ball,
Just spinnin’, spinnin, free.
Dizzy with the possibilities.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down.
Ashes, ashes, all fall down….
~ greatful dead
yin yang *!***~*~**~*~**!*!* :love:
:love: Beautiful :love:
Much love to all! :love:
Much love to you too!!! Thanks for sharing…Hugssssssssss