Haiku for Peace
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'Neath skin dark or light
beats a heart that knows only
the colour of love...
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Children are the same the world over. The lively and curious youngsters I met in this Masai village in 2006 were kindred spirits to the giggling, rambunctious kids who frolicked through a shared childhood with my own offspring in Canada..
To a child, each day is an adventure and life is always more about sharing than dividing. I propose this may be a recipe for serenity at any age...
To a child, each day is an adventure and life is always more about sharing than dividing. I propose this may be a recipe for serenity at any age...
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On this visit, one grinning young lad clasped onto my arms and would not let go. As he snuggled in close against me, I was reminded of my much-loved sons at that age, bursting as they were with the curious mixture of independence and affection that changed them from moment to moment as they grew into their own skin.
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On this visit, one grinning young lad clasped onto my arms and would not let go. As he snuggled in close against me, I was reminded of my much-loved sons at that age, bursting as they were with the curious mixture of independence and affection that changed them from moment to moment as they grew into their own skin.
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How can it be that the complete acceptance we embrace in childhood so often dissipates by the time we reach adulthood?
I have not found the anwer to this question that so desperately needs explained. If we seekers of the world work together, is it not possible we may gain back the ability to trust and to share wholeheartedly? I have to believe fervently it can be so.
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I have not found the anwer to this question that so desperately needs explained. If we seekers of the world work together, is it not possible we may gain back the ability to trust and to share wholeheartedly? I have to believe fervently it can be so.
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September 21st, 2010 isInternational Peace Day.
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I am posting this haiku simultaneously here and on my other blog, The Imaginative Traveler, to join my voice to the worldwide prayer that we may one day put an end to the madness of war...and that peace may then allow us to begin the long journey toward healing our fragile world.
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Let this peace be our bequest to the children of today
...and their promise for tomorrow.
...and their promise for tomorrow.
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Namaste
If you would like to know more about these wonderful youngsters, you might want to check out some earlier posts on The Imaginative Traveler...
http://theimaginativetraveler.blogspot.com/2010/07/dreams-of-africa.html http://theimaginativetraveler.blogspot.com/2010/08/africas-true-treasure.html
http://theimaginativetraveler.blogspot.com/2010/07/giraffe-rescue-centre-kenya.html
http://theimaginativetraveler.blogspot.com/2010/07/forgotten-generation-aids-orphans-in.html
7 comments:
I now have a Tom Paxton song going through my head 'Peace will come, and let it begin with me'
Hugs
Katy
This might be a very simplistic answer but I think children learn distrust, anger, hate, and violence from the adults/parents around them or they learn the reverse.
I so enjoyed these beautiful photos of gorgeous children. It is disheartening to realize it is often children that suffer most from war and the inability of grownups to solve problems and get along. The world has been praying for peace for a long time … maybe one day it will actually mature enough to achieve it. I think it is good to believe and imagine that world peace is possible.
Peace and end to hunger, poverty, war, exploitation of children and recognition of their human rights would be a good start.
Wonderful adorable children. I love the haiku, and your hands on the little fellow's chest. "The colour of love"..........beautiful!
What a beautiful posting, Lynette. Once more you've left me speechless.
-- Kay
Beautiful pictures, Lynette. Amazing that children all over the world want only the same things: love, stability, a kind touch and to be able to laugh.
lynn
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