Day 4, Happiness is Peace


Whispered shoe on soft moss through the forest in your mind

quiet meditation,

crashing kitchen chaos of flying spoons

plates waiting to be filled,

streets with a thousand chants

“No Justice, No Peace,”

face down stretched thin over blanket covered patients on a combat hospital floor

waiting for mortar strike,

Scarlett tissue paper poppies,

silhouette of cranes at sunset,

warm hand cups your cheek transfer of love,DSCN0169

Peace is what you make it.

About Frances Wiedenhoeft

After a lifetime in nursing, anesthesia and the Army I now write, blog, attend school for journalism and massage, and watch my 3 grandchildren. I am a veteran of Desert Storm, Iraq and Afghanistan and try to serve other vets such as myself, and to work for peace.
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