It is time for peace.
Now is the time to have war cease.
We have not yet been released
Of this torturous, carnivorous beast.
It is time for love.
Let our hope soar like a dove,
Her wings seen by all from above,
So we may live a way we are proud of.
© An Offbeat Bluestocking 2015
A short poem for today, I’m still yearning for peace. The more things happen in the world, the more I’m tempted to believe I was a hippie in another life. Not sure if it’s because of the events happening in the world or the weather, but this year doesn’t feel like Christmas to me. Does anyone else feel like this? Besides things going on in my personal life, I can’t get in the holiday spirit. Decorating the tree didn’t do it, nor did wrapping the presents. I cringed at how expensive eggs were today just to make Christmas cookies. We’ll see if any cheer comes out from making those.