Life is good! Life is inspirational!

I sit in the garden
The sound of dogs barking and children playing
Penetrating the calm and stillness
In my otherwise tranquil world

The far off sound of a Combine
Harvesting the fields
The odd roar of a motor bike
Through Blake’s ‘green and pleasant’ land

The occasional siren from a police car
Ambulance – seldom a fire engine
But mostly peace and harmony
Rural bliss on a sunny afternoon

Yet through this serenity in the distance
The sounds of gunfire break through
The explosion of ammunition
The shouts, the cries, the wails

The suffering; the anguish; the hurt; the cost
Relayed over a TV screen
On the radio; in the papers
So far away and yet so close for too many

The young; infants; babies; so little; so guiltless
Small children cowering away in shelters to grip onto life
With clouds overhead bearing down on them
Weighing in against their prayers for refuge

But where are their chariots of fire?
Dowsed by the innocent’s blood
Lost in the ashes of the dark burning mills
Where the phoenix is tethered unable to take flight

And their tears spill into rivers of blood
Draining into the oceans of the world
Such loss; such fear piercing their hearts
Such heinous atrocities against another

And I sit in the garden
But there can be no peace; no stillness
While lives and hearts are set asunder
By the devastating cost of war

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