Where one wonder ends

From the Portland Rose Garden, OR. Picture taken by Andrew Mackay
From the Portland Rose Garden, OR.
Picture taken by Andrew Mackay

The world is a rag-tag
collection of things that
aspire to be simple,
to stand on their own
cry loud their strength

a wanderer
with laugh lines well-set,
as like a love letter folded
ten thousand times
will find beauty bursting from
each corner-
the ground, the sky, the wind
each new pulse joins innumerable
others
and where one wonder ends
and the
next one begins,
matters not.

Long before each soul was laid

Now hushed, fields once green;
stained crimson by those that paid
the greatest price, their fate foreseen
long before each soul was laid,
screams dissolve, the cannons fade

bodies clad in rival dye
together form more fertile ground,
so under kindly azure sky,
gleeful daisies now abound
the tragic scene their joy surrounds.

Teargas into flowers

Flowers planted in teargas canisters, near Ramallah in Palestine
Flowers planted in teargas canisters, near Ramallah in Palestine (credit: Reuters)

Isaiah 2:4: And He shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people; and they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore.

Turning weapons of war into symbols of peace is a powerful way to reject conflict and create beauty in chaos. It reminds me of Occupy Oakland, who in 2011 turned the fences used to confine them into public art.