A Place
by Job Conger
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There is a place for peace in me,
a secret, hidden part,
where I can go
when slings and arrows
penetrate my heart.
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There is a place for peace in me
where hate does not prevail,
with gentle breeze
and silver seas
on which my soul can sail.
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I find it on the busy street,
and where poets come to read.
From a stranger’s smile
or a knowing nod,
I’ll reap the well-sown seed.
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There is a place for peace in me
under stormy skies and blue.
It waits for all
who can hear the call.
I hope you find it too.
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written March 30, 2005
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This is as much a song as a poem. I’ve practiced it but recited/sung it only once, and that was soon after I wrote it. Slightly revised it here.
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Live long . . . . . . . and proper.
