Light and Peace, a poem by Ali Imran

When I see the light and heat 

spread each morning,

I wonder if it means

that it’s enlightenment and warmth, 

of soul and heart,

that ignites the renewal of life

with all its promises and prowess.

But, then, I cringe to think 

if we have the courage 

to imbibe and share 

the light and warmth 

for peace within

and peace without?

Ah, we’ve been deep into 

our wars of attrition 

against each other, 

against Nature,

against ourselves!

Will we ever end

the long night of

pretexts 

and procrastination?