To Esclarmondo by Grace Fallow Norton

If thou couldst walk alone with thought,
Alone within the day,
Between thy soul and Heaven naught
To shadow thy white way :

If thou couldst walk alone with dreams,
Without the cloud of me —
My sudden storms, my fitful gleams,
My poor reality:

If thou couldst walk alone with light —
Would then thine eyes see true?
And were there thus a higher height
For thee, a rapture new ?

Cloud, I would melt in willing tears,
Storm, I would gladly go
Forth from thy peace through all the years,
If thou wert safer so.

But ah, who walks with thought alone?
Who is there knows but light ?
And who with naught but dreams has grown
To that desired height ?

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Requests by Digby Mackworth Dolben

I asked for Peace—
 My sins arose,
 And bound me close,
I could not find release.

I asked for Truth—
 My doubts came in,
 And with their din
They wearied all my youth.

I asked for Love—
 My lovers failed,
 And griefs assailed
Around, beneath, above.

I asked for Thee—
 And Thou didst come
 To take me home
Within Thy Heart to be.

Explosion Affected Reflection by Helle van Aardeberg

This Poem won the ‘Poetry for Peace’ contest held by the UN.

Blasted into a wasteland,

behind an old torn photo

Father silently weeps

for what were once his people

their voices and love forsaken

while Mother has grown old torn

in recollection with grief

her children’s young kisses

still innocent upon her cheek;

memorizing,

unborn babies hear exploding bombs as yet she stares,

despondent,

out the broken window,

in remembrance for peace.