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  • Writer's pictureCatherine L. Haws

Your Peace is Worth Fighting For

If you’re a river

Of narrow, white rapids

Tossing spray over

Fallen ravine rocks,

A last ditch effort

For clarity, may

You turn your own tide

Into a quiet bay

Where dragonflies winter

And fisherman love to wait.

I wish no boggy scum

Upon you, rather rain

To remind your surface

The joy of making waves.

Ripple effects of peace.


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