Peace.
Thomas Poehlmann
Hie is not dead
He lives in us
he was awakened from the
dreams of life
Is is who we are aurrounded by
the specters and shadows of war
Lost in our worries
before morning
like waking from a nightmare
what remains is hope for a light at
the end of the tunnel
only an illusion or mirage of the
lonely
Rufers in the desert
stone tablet Moses with the
commandment in his hand "Thou
shalt not kill !"
Commandments that can bring us
light when we open our eyes
They are multi-colored rays that
enter us like catherdal windows -
The light of love and respect
that in us the rays of
it gives hope and desire
for peace!
He lives in us
He is not dead!
Midian Poet 