White Peace
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I am pressed, by every urge of Life,
and through every misinformed understanding,
to forgive God, and myself, and the world
so radically, that only a simple, white peace
of laughter remains
here in this midst of this heart of grief.

Poem © Blake Steele 2005
Image © Blake Steele 2010
May be copied for inspirational purposes