Peace in My Soul by Janet Thorning
I’m day dreaming
if there is such a thing
as the mind wandering aimlessly
aiming for peace in my soul.
I’m talking about the bird
yes the bird in the cat’s jaw not struggling
not struggling
not struggling.
I’m talking about the woman
with cancer pruning her roses.
She is smiling
smiling
smiling.
I’m talking about the old man
holding his wife’s withering hand and singing
singing
singing.
I’m talking about a little girl
touched by a bad man
still dreaming about rainbows
rainbows
rainbows.
I’m talking about starving children
still playing
playing
playing.
I’m talking about peace in my soul.



