A poem: Sun­day Dream­ing

Central and North Burnett Times - - OPINION -

SUN­DAY af­ter­noon andmy ec­stasy is just that dream away,

A time of travel rarely ven­tured, but so of­ten pon­dered

The peace the world shares in this dream is Dis­ney bound, harm shared by none Glory the path of joy, with no de­tours War a mere word spo­ken of in his­tory Re­venge the grief when I wake Bring a dream and give it to the stum­bling block of our fu­ture

Scuff your shoe dull the shine, no face will re­flect my pain lost

As the mir­ror shows an­other peace, the peace a blank page, so let us write of the pain

The pain of the hun­gry who need not be, The pain of the op­pressed for self-de­vo­tion

The pain when a mother loses worth, Through the rape or theft of her child born of her

The beauty of the first sight and the love that warm your soul, Taken in joy by op­pres­sors as pain the gain of the anger

Peace a road this dream will put me on, As we walk to the stream that will cleanse the sins of oth­ers, but will my con­science let me walk this road

Or ismy dream in haste, or maybe a night­mare that haunts me As it is only a dream for my pure soli­tude Where the peace of friend­ships is bliss, yet how do I share the joy of my dream

Will you speak with me? Will you read my mind? Or maybe in my dream you are stand- ing by my side as you do many

Bring peace to our young and rest to those who fought for it

And lost but soar now on an­gel wings. John Franks Mun­dub­bera

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