A common space for harmonic peacemakers
we are bubbles blown by the grace of god.
some are big and some are small
and some don't last long at all
and then; every single one
we do not own our life;
it is on lease.
we all live on the edge of the very next breath
riding the crest of life's wave of fire.
there is a silent song singing inside
that dispels all fears and worldly desire.