Proclamation for Peace
       

Whereas the world is a house on fire;
Whereas the nations are filled with shouting;
Whereas hope seems small, sometimes
      a single bird on a wire
      lefi: by migration behind.

Whereas kindness is seldom in the news
      and peace an abstraction
      while war is real;

Whereas words are all I have;
Whereas my life is short;
Whereas I am afraid;
Whereas I am free—despite all
      fire and anger and fear;

Be it therefore resolved a song
      shall be my calling—a song
      not yet made shall be vocation
      and peaceful words the work
      of my remaining days.

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Copyright © 2019 Kim Stafford All rights reserved
from Wild Honey, Tough Salt
Red Hen Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission