POEM FOR PEACEMAKING
- The poets must give us imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar imagination of disaster. Peace, not only the absence of war.”
I want a peaceful world Eledumare, where all humans love peace.
- Peace, like a poem, is not there ahead of itself, can’t be imagined before it is made, can’t be known except in the words of its making, grammar of justice, syntax of mutual aid.
I want a peaceful world Eledumare, where all humans love peace.
- A feeling towards it, dimly sensing a rhythm, is all we have until we begin to utter its metaphors, learning them as we speak.
I want a peaceful world Eledumare, where all humans love peace.
- A line of peace might appear if we restructured the sentence our lives are making, revoked its reaffirmation of profit and power, questioned our needs, allowed long pauses….
I want a peaceful world Eledumare, where all humans love peace.
A cadence of peace might balance its weight on that different fulcrum; peace, a presence, an energy field more intense than war, might puise then, stanza by stanza into the world, each act of living one of its words, each word a vibration of light-facets of the forming crystal.
Peace! Peace!! Peace !!!
Mimo mimo ni ti Oluwa Olorun ELEDUMARE.
Iba fun ELEDUMARE…
Iba Ase!
