Hold

Prayers arise like incense

Sent along with places of peace, safety

Images seen do not reveal they exist

They are hard to find amidst all the violence.

Yet it must come, either that or ending up

As so many before, killing until there are no more

No more to kill, only women and children left

A remnant of what was, but stronger

Than the pictures which are coming now

Violence does not win the day, nor can it force

Your way to power, you will loose more than you gain.

Might does not make it if you look at the history

From other areas of violence, it ends instead

Because there is no one left to carry on

There is only the depths off loss, the memories

Of the wrong path taken by so many

So we pray for this to be learned of a kinder, gentler way

One that embraces all the hurt, all thee damaged story

And releases it, embracing one another

No longer blinded by what has been released

Looking yet toward a new way forward

Where you have created streams of peace.