To Ms. K. Johnson


by

G.M.Kelly

Lovely child of a war-torn world,
From your homeland you've been hurl'd;
From your loved ones you've been driven
Without an explanation given.
Chaotic seems your Universe.
Your every breath seems a curse.
So in the silent nights you cry
And often wish that you would die.

O victim of the madmen's game
'Tis not yourself you have to blame.
'Tis not that you are cold and bleak;
You were but a pawn on a board of teak.

The war is done, the past is gone;
The future awaits, go on and on.
Throw out that trash of sorrow and fear--
Dread not the morrow of each new year.
Each day that dawns is a new beginning.
The game's to play--there is no winning.

The chaos is merely in your mind--
'Tis inner peace that you must find.
Slow down, be calm and confident;
Cease thy senseless arguement.

You are a lovely, brilliant star
And happiness is not so far.
You fight a war that is no more;
Reopen wounds to keep them sore.
They were but lessons on the Path.
There's no more need for anger and
      wrath.
To understand is a gift from Above
Which can only be attained by the purest
      Love.
With but a portion of this gift
The sorrow and fear from your soul will
      lift.

"Every man and every woman is a star." -AL, I, 3


© The Newaeon Newsletter, Volume II, Number 3, 23rd of July 1979 E.V.

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