My Poetry. Peace at Last.

A poem celebrating the peace at last in the Middle East. Long may it continue.

Peace is the hush of the twilight sky,
A gentle breeze as the clouds drift by.
It’s the song of waves on a quiet shore,
A promise that chaos will reign no more.

It lives in the silence after the rain,
Washing away both grief and pain.
In the rustling leaves, in the morning dew,
Peace weaves its thread, timeless and true.

It’s found in the still of a lover’s embrace,
In the knowing smile on a weathered face.
It blooms in hearts that dare to forgive,
In kindness shared, in the will to live.

Oh, fragile peace, both fleeting and strong,
A melody yearning to right the wrong.
Hold it close, let it softly grow,
For in its light, our spirits glow.

© William Sinclair Manson 2025