If you don't find me
in your heart, search for me,
invent me, feel me.
You find me in the sensitive
heart of all ancient stone.
You will find me in Earth's heart,
on soil, dew on morning's face,
in Earth's organic ingredients,
on the trodden footpaths
un-trodden by time, since time
my ancestors discovered clarity.
I find you in the fragrance of mind,
land of reality, dreams,
flame in the wind, the end at the end of storm,
under blossomed orange, lemon trees,
in the orchards of happiness of nations, true self
in the endlessness of white-blue blueness,
in the heart of yellow, your next sun,
sunset with declarations of life, seasons
of innocent maturity, never ending sea caress,
perfection of new blueness in the ocean
darkness searching for light.
Always holding the light of Hope on my hands
to terminate hostile clouds, hateful shadows on the land,
to remove darkness, the immaturity of soul,
to erase doubt, confusion, hate, envy,
lack of confidence between nations.
I find you in my mind, my heart,
in every rock, plant, drop of rain of my soul,
beyond the vision, inside vision,
vision I conceive every day, when I kneel
praying for Love on Earth
praying for Peace.
© ROULA POLLARD
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Artwork: Deborah Ronglien painting
An hymn to the most sensitive essence of humanism.Kudos, dear Lady.
Thank you very much, Mr. Galanis, for your comments. Writing a poem is like a prayer, the deeper prayer about personal and more so, about World Peace. Kind regards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Madam Roulla is peace-lover. Such a poem for peace!