Under the chestnut tree

Shared with What's going on Prompt: Peace

Under the chestnut tree

The fabric of humanity is stained.
It reeks of poverty of empathy
dreams shattered
in the shadows
of dark dimensions
the domain of dictators,
where drums beat
for power and greed.

I kneel upon this ground,
longing to find truth
in a world
hardened by fear.
My heart drifts
in the waters of hope,
lapping at the shore,
whispering the arrival
of the wild white dove  

I sit beneath a chestnut tree
simply to be.
Come, sit with me.
What we need is peace,
not passive,
but born of understanding,
born of the mother of love,
warming our spirits
beneath the rustling leaves.