BY CAROLE NICHOLS
On this most holy of nights,
I find myself longing for peace;
That at this time, all over the world,
The fighting and killing would cease.
I find myself yearning for peace of heart,
To have the deep-seeded anger swept away;
To find myself filled with joy and laughter,
When I rise in the morning to greet the day.
I find myself wanting peace of mind,
To know that I've done my very best;
I'd like to let life take care of itself,
And not worry about any of the rest.
I find myself seeking peace of soul,
To know that the future is sunny and bright;
To find that best place to linger,
To experience life, to bask in the light.
I find myself hoping for peace everywhere,
A place where there's no hate or strife;
For on this holiest night, there came only love,
Peace from the One who gave all of us life.
Code is not poetry, but this is.
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ReplyDeleteCode is math with a beginning and an end...that goes round and round, and never ends, kinda like life...
Poetry is life, and has 'feeling,' and starts and begins and it's finite, and never changes, although the words might.
Did 'All That' make a lick of sense?
Doubt it...
WordPress and code make sense and dollars too!
But, poetry is cheap and usually pretty easy to read.
LOL
Words are funny, math isn't.
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