Instructions for Peace
A poem about waiting for what will not be rushed
Peace does not arrive when called. It remains when allowed.
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Stop.
Set aside the frantic buzz of bees.
Sit in the stillness.
Let it come of its volition
Not by the force
Of your shove.
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Allow stoic
Silence
And calm.
Shun
Unwanted frenzy
Of Chaos.
The fire
Of Urgency.
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Rushing
the result
Shuts the door
to its still form.
Stop swinging
The door open
To see if it's there.
Or banging it
With force.
She is reticent.
Blushes easily
And will turn quietly
Away.
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Peace will come
Donning the robe
Of silence
And stillness
If she will.
Open the door
If she arrives
Or wait
If she does not
Because
She would already
Be within.
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For Vocal's Instructions for a Feeling Challenge
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (6)
I never thought about it like that, but it's so true, especially the first sentence. You can't force peace or chase after it--you just have to let it exist.
Good luck with the challenge!
Good luck with the challenge! This made me feel a bit emotional in a good way. ❤️ Peace is probably the feeling I work most towards.
This was so beautiful and reading invited peace to dwell in my heart for a moment. It felt like a solemn meditation. I also loved that you made peace feminine. Not that men can't invite peace, but when I think of times I felt the most peace it was sitting in my grandma's lap as a little girl or holding my mother's hand while we watched a sunrise.
Michelle, your poem is quite peaceful in itself, which makes it even more beautiful❣
What a great entry to the challenge, Michelle!