Thank You For Disturbing My Peace



Before you there was peace in the garden.


Bombs did not know how to explode.


Presence filled the embodiment.


Blossoms were welcomed season after season with little change.


Then Gia slumbered.


She stirs from dreamtime.


Awakening she will shake off illusion from her crusty eyes.


The nightmare of war will fade as she rises to be grounded in the day.


She would not have awakened from her peaceful slumber without you.


Be thankful as she is.


In change there is growth and reawakening.