Contemplation

A silent stroll one night

in the darkness of my mind

Brought contemplation of a purpose

I thought that I might find

For sixty years of walking;

I haven’t learned much in that time

I know somehow my purpose

wasn’t to know war’s filth and grime

I should drum out a stern warning

as often as I can

I should stand on my soap box;

preach to every man

That any war is useless,

a practice we need to ban

Taking lives is senseless

just too advance some virulent plan

Take a walk in your own mind;

carefully sort your thoughts

See with reason an awakening;

firmly carve a spot

For contemplating purpose;

see what mental wonder wrought

Embroider in every mind

why foolish wars are fought

Educate your brothers

and members of your clan

Have them compass a steady course

for peace in every land

Finally end forever

futile battles fought for sand

War was never part

of the Maker's master plan

©4/10/07 Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur

Terry

Awarded 16 April 2000