Bringing them Home

The wounded masculine in me,
so weary of going to war,
longs to bring the wounded
home to all the wailing mothers.

Here they go again,
I say, neglecting to recognize
my part.
I want to stop
the soldiers from marching,
yet do I not,
afraid and angry,
add agitation to the turmoiled
nest of earth?

The wounded masculine in me,
so weary of going to war,
longs to bring the wounded
home to all the grieving mothers.

Quantum Allness in every one
of my 30 trillion cells,
whispers its living grace.
Transform your fighting energies.
Stop these ways of war
we know don’t work.
Disarm your not-so-private heart
to pour in the collective cup
a brand new brew of harmony.

The wounded masculine in me,
so weary of going to war,
brings the wounded home
to all our waiting motherhearts.

©Susa Silvermarie 2022