Peace’s posed behind glass; she stood spotlit,
melting in the heat, walled away from those
passing on the street. They don’t give a whit
about peace as she stands there her hands to those
chasing dollars ‘stead of dreams. They don’t see
her sprout wings, a white dove breaking through glass
shattering the scene. She’s flying now, free
from admiration lauded on her glass
cage; no longer a concept seen but not
touched. She can go where she’s needed; no one
can impede her. She’s no exhibit, not
some high minded-ideal. She’s everyone;
Every smile we make; every hand we shake.
Every gun we silence; each war we forsake.
~ ~ ~
For more inspirational sonnets, check out my Inspiration/ Devotion page.
~ ~ ~