"With all the sad stories brushing our lives as we continue to feel the implications of this time of economic meltdown and uncertainty, there continues to be small signs of goodness, HOPE, and promise about tomorrow. Each one seems to show up like the first crocous in the Spring or new orchid blossom, surprising you when you weren't sure another would bloom. Here is one of those unexpected "blossoms" that found its way into my life.
Last week, a friend shared a poem that was written by his daughter's 3rd Grade Class at The San Francisco School. --- a group of eight year-olds. I was so touched by its message. It was a momentary renewal party all my own where I remembered all the things that are important in life. I share it with you...
Peace Poem
Peace smells like a newborn baby.
Peace smells like a warm blanky that’s dirty, raggedy and soft.
Peace looks like a tree alone in the dark night
with a beam of light shining on it.
It looks like a kid hugging his sad dog.
It looks like a flower blooming in the sun,
waking up on a winter’s day.
Peace looks like my grandpa
driving his tractor with my brother and me.
Peace sounds like my old grandma
reading Thomas the Tank Truck when I was a young child.
Peace sounds like the quiet chink of my grandma’s knitting needles.
Read the entire poem posted at the San Francisco Zen Center...
What a wonderful teacher Laura Burges must be! Learn more about her work and teaching at this link.
What is your one line contribution?
Mine is ... Peace is the goodness, HOPE, and promise that comes when I pay attention.
Debbe
Debbe Kennedy
founder, Global Dialogue Center
Home of Women in the Lead
author, Putting Our Differences to Work
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