“Wage peace,” she writes,
this person I do not know,
reposted by someone else,
a mere acquaintance.
I know what she means,
but my mind jumps to the minimum wage,
which does not provide much peace.
Besides, peace seems the minimum of wages due
when I sink into my pillow at the end
of a day of diligent and otherwise
But that’s not what this person means
when she writes, “Wage peace.”
She means, of course, to counter
the waging of war, to say that
instead of engaging in war,
we must engage in peace.
But my mind jumps to
that other form of wage:
wager—a bet or a pledge.
Now the meaning splits wide open.
Pledge yourself to peace.
Bet on peace.
Risk it all
on the hope
This, I think, is both wage and wager.
So I pass it on to friends,
to mere acquaintances,
as we link thoughts,
I lean in close.
“Wage peace,” I write.
“Pass it on.”
– kh –
Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.
Nature of the week – at a safari park:
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