Picture a meadow
sheathed in snow.
Imagine the glow
of a rainbow
arcing toward the sun.
Now picture the world at peace.
Nations sit down to feast
on the bounty increased
from west to east
by proclamation.
The picture is blurred.
How absurd,
they say. But I’ve heard
from the battle injured
and from the dove
that it’s worth the time,
it’s infinitely sublime,
and hardly a crime,
to want to climb
toward universal love.
The fairy-dust of a dream?
It would seem.
But like gold dust's gleam,
sparkling in a Sierra stream,
it shines. It shimmers.
Sonny Rainshine
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