Dove

After the battle
Is offered
The hand of friendship
Stretched accross the void
Of no man's land
A chasm
Filled
With the effluence of intolerance
Crossed only
By temporary bridges
Built
On the dreams
And wishful thinking
Of those
Searching for peace

Fingers
Of hope
Stetch forth
From opposing sides
And touch
Gently
Hesitantly
And in wonder
In desperation
Grasp
Hold tightly
And
Upon them
Alights
The dove
Of
Peace


Terry Rhiannyr
December 2012