Right now fear, doubt, anxiety, tension, and disharmony

Are reigning supreme

But there will come a time when this world of ours

Will be flooded with peace.

Who is going to bring about this radical change?

It will be you; you and your sisters and brothers.

You and your oneness – heart will spread peace

Throughout the length and breadth of the world

 ~

God has infinite children,

But the name of His fondest child

Is Peace.

Peace we achieve

When we do not expect anything

From the world,

But only give, give, and give

Unconditionally

What we have and what we are.

I meditate

So that I can inundate

My entire being

With the omnipotent power of peace.

Slowly and steadily you have to silence your mind

So that the peace – dove can nest in it.

O dreamers of peace, come.

Let us walk together.

O lovers of peace, come.

Let us run together.

O servers of peace, come.

Let us grow together.

From “Wings of Joy”  by Sri Chinmoy

“We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power. Then will our world know the blessings of peace.” -William Gladstone

If there is to be peace in the world, 
There must be peace in the nations. 
If there is to be peace in the nations, 
There must be peace in the cities. 
If there is to be peace in the cities, 
There must be peace between neighbors. 
If there is to be peace between neighbors, 
There must be peace in the home. 
If there is to be peace in the home, 
There must be peace in the heart.

-Lao Tzu

“Mankind must put an end to war, or war will put an end to mankind…
War will exist until that distant day when the conscientious objector 
enjoys the same reputation and prestige that the warrior does today.” – JFK

Photo courtesy of The Way

PEACE

Behold, it comes in might,
The power that is not power,
The light that is in darkness,
The shade in dazzling light.

It is joy that never spoke,
And grief unfelt, profound,
Immortal life unlived,
Eternal death unmourned.

It is not joy nor sorrow,
But that which is between,
It is not noght nor morrow,
But that which joins them in.

It is sweet rest in music;
And pause in sacred art;
The silence between speaking;
Between two fits of passion –
It is the calm of heart.

It is beauty never seen,
And love that stands alone,
It is song that lives un-sung,
And knowledge never known.

It is death between two lives,
And lull between two storms,
The void whence rose creation,
And that where it returns.

To it the tear-drop goes,
To spread the smiling form
It is the Goal of Life,
And Peace — its only home!

From a letter to Miss MacLeod, 26th December 1900
Composed at Ridgely Manor, New York, 1899. 

 - Swami Vivekananda

A candle

set upon a hill

for all the city to see

the railway man’s lantern

breaking through the night mist

signaling all is well

for the journey

a shooting star

or the first rays of dawn

breaking a dark night’s spell

the sun

edging through storm clouds

and a rainbow’s “yes” to life

a porch light

its welcoming glow

inviting the stranger

to feel at home

a lighthouse beam

dispelling danger

pointing toward safe harbor

a kind hello

a friendly wave

a hearty gesture

all unexpected treasure

a glimpse of heaven

a touch of earth

a hint of smile

a surprising guest for the extra mile

“…and the Darkness cannot overcome it.”

-          Reverend David Johnson Rowe

Prayer and thoughtful repose…

Peace is…

Everything mindful of the greater good…

Peace is…

Absence of stress, especially after a good “sigh” or walking alone in the snow with nothing but the sound of your feet…

Peace is…

Calmness and contentment felt during a morning sunrise at the beach (or even when your kids are all home under one roof, yet the only sound is the hum of their voices)…

Peace is…

Everyone’s positve energy coming together…

Peace is…

Goodwill to all!

Composed by Julie Dolan, Vice President

In the sizzling heat of the afternoon
Clothes drenched and shoes filled with sweat
Last nights long shift makes the body ache
In growing age when the muscle is the only strength
The will like faith growing stronger with each passing day
A disease knocking at the visceral parts of the body
Joints now like the hinges in the machine need oil
Moved in hundreds and like all others
Away from the family and the little ones memory
A letter from the home in need of money
For the doctor’s fee as education is forlorn desire
Minimum wage half robbed by the supervisor
And like a true competition in economics
Out on the metal gates a replacement is waiting
Alienated from the production of the product
Creating surplus for the consumption of the rich
His toils are in the shine of the markets in goods glittering
Unaware of the political upheaval
No care for his welfare
He has no future; his children will also work like him
The power of the muscle, will and faith
He is a laborer who if not given the job
Will go for a daily wage and sleep on the road side
Poverty is his bread, poverty his butter
Poverty that alienates
Poverty the missing link
Poverty the slogan
Poverty it said is loved by the prophets
Poverty it said is gods chosen creed
Poverty the banner
Poverty the tears
Poverty the helplessness
Poverty the consciousness
Break it free
The ordained writing on the book of fate
To bring it down
Open its pages
Remove the names
Of all the people poor
Break it free
The pages they call divine
For divinity is me
Divinity is you
For I shall write
My own destiny
On the book of fate
Up from the skies
Down to the earth
In poverty I will live
But on my own choosing
Break the bond
Of eternal slavery
Poverty
Thou art the bitterest vice

Sadiqullah Khan

This poem struck a chord in Cameron’s heart, a 9 year old from Fairfield, CT. For more poems like this, go to poemhunter.com