Who will melt the metal,
turn their swords to napkin rings,
so we can dine at tables
where hope is the only thing served?
***
Who will plant flowers
along borders,
stringing barbed wire like garlands
to keep the trees safe,
so our children may learn the secrets
hidden in bark, in leaf, in bee?
***
Who will stand steadfast,
bury hatred deep,
sow softness for the harvest,
singing battle hymns
in the key of long-lost mercy?
***
Who will step upon every shore,
not with demands, but amends,
choosing the path of love,
with gladiolus in hand.
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Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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