Songs of Peace

Volume 3

Copyright 2014 by Kings of Peace, written by Goss Lindsey

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Contents

the poets storm ................................................................................................................ 3

This Rock ........................................................................................................................... 6
Peace or Anger .................................................................................................................. 8
The Shield Bearers............................................................................................................ 9

the poets storm

from the outside one who does claim
they are a poet
well their words can seem like jumbled lines
and symbols used to hide
no one is a poet
or everyone is a poet
would you meet the storm inside your heart
with nothing more than a blank sheet of paper
and a small worn pencil
would you be willing to set aside your dreams of being right
and using language in a way suitable to a formatted mind
for the bleeding of your heart's struggle and peace
are not contained in these small jars of candy
pieces cannot be handed out with simple gestures and polite
nods
in this daring place
would you sing when the song hurts
as you would sing when your mind soars
perhaps it is only because I have missed this blank page
where there is nothing
until the heart begins to pour
and bring life again
it cannot be written for another
and can only be shared in a distant relevancy
as we all share the human condition
for this short time
our struggles seem many and illnesses seem different
but for a moment they are one
one tear and one shining star
seeking what the one writing thoughts drapes upon the canvas
were you told only of sorrow
or was your heart led to climb above

for the page written upon truly

cannot hide the heart the poet
and when these words bleed
they bleed for either only one
or for all
and when these words love
they love for only one
or for all
I do not know another way anymore
and the page becomes overwhelming at times
to express what I want
but in a simple term it can be seen
as peace
yet the world is a storm
and our makeup is that of seasons
we do not ride a cool changeless soft summer
for long
and so when I look for you
sometimes
I do not look in the park on a warm summer day
but in your cabin above the hills
in a dark cold place where you are hiding
I know this place well my friend
for it is where you have found me
and it is where I look for you too
may the season end swiftly
for you are missed
in ways you will never know
this place is only second to death
as interaction is life
and life is limited
make way and smile
if you do not know this place
I can only bow to you
but let me be one who melts the cold snow

guarding the doors of your heart

and let me awaken too
as a reminder of what I have chosen long ago
to be
all we have is who we are
blessed are the seasons
and blessed is our swift return
when we wonder if the world could know our pain
assured it does for it rests in each of us
to speak in degrees is pointless
for hurt and apathy do not change
yet the snow was never of us
only around our door
and when we remember
it does not matter if it is one minute or one year
our warm heart melts it again
what matters is our safe return
let us smile
at the poet inside
melting at the voice of love
Amen and in Christ
Goss

This Rock
all I have ever known is this rock
coupled with this Will within
its weight and its stubborn placement
and the only choice in action I have ever made
is whether I moved it
or let it be
I have moved rocks
I was not meant to move
and heavy they were
and tired they made me
I have watched rocks
I was asked to move
and done nothing
yet tired still did I feel
and heavy was my heart
how do we treasure
the savored breath of exhaustion
in between exertions
where we are renewed with will
and stronger despite our efforts
my plan is to feel good
to be strong
to conviction what I do.
I am.
the calling hand
a turned back feigning fear of death
fears death not at all
but secretly seeks it
one alone can only be distracted
from communication of the whole
which is the only answer to peace
a shadowed mind wishing solitude
can only distract itself in actions

thinking in terms of good and bad

and right and wrong
to make sense of its belief
in solitude
there is only One
one mind, one heart, one answer
to pain
truth is not dependent
on many believing it to be so
we struggle moving rocks
so heavy, so tired now
one by one until one day we will sit
in the cool grass and wonder why
the calling hand is heard
and old memory awakens
and so do we listen
how could one born in this world
not believe at one point they were alone
shattered cups we once cheered with
and broken in joy as chains are unbound
and out mind is freed
Amen do we accept this hand
that has nor could ever leave us
for it is the hand of our brother
attesting we are a part of
that which is All
Amen do we take this hand
grateful it did still call
In Christ
Goss

Peace or Anger
if one undertakes such a quest
as to peace do they seek
like a cup filled
their mind will be seen
as holding only one of two things
anger is conflict
and the only choice we will make
is do we hold it
or do we release
peace comes naturally
in the spaces of no conflict
and so we seem to learn many lessons
but only one do we perfect
how long do we hold anger
and how much do we hold
perfection is not never being angry
but never holding it
forgiveness is the natural extension
of the choice of peace

The Shield Bearers

Boldly do we stand
sometimes appearing alone to the eyes
while drumming our gentle tune
yet alone we are not
we carry a simple drum
for the drum is the song of joy we softly pronounce
reminding yourself and reminding our brother
of Christ's Body in which we stand
we do not need to carry a shield
for it stands around and within our mind
no weapons do we need for lies
we do not attack,
only the truth do we protect
in once green fields where anger and war
have weathered the green
do we drum for our brother
our boldness does not come from yourself
yet so bold we stand
immune to the effects of those who wish not to hear
our song
no song would be forced upon any man
for the will of our Father does not wish for this
no, we are drumming for those in the fields writhing
tired of tears and pain
like a light does our drum sound for them
for to leave one without this song
would be the willingness to leave all
In Christ do we march so gently
In truth we protect nothing as God's Truth cannot be changed
The laws of freedom and perception
blessed may not be altered
and in these things we have set ourselves free
and declare our innocence for we have seen it

in both ourselves and our brother

we are not marching to pass you
but for you to join us
so too may your heart remember the shield
within and around you that would be
your Father
Amen and in Christ
Goss