Easter Hare – Wild Peace The above image is a ceramic plaque that we purchased years ago from a gallery in Suffolk. The quotation, I discovered, is only a part of the original (by Yehuda Amichai, an Israeli poet) Not the peace of a cease-fire not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb, but rather as in the heart when the excitement is over and you can talk only about a great weariness. I know that I know how to kill, that makes me an adult. And my son plays with a toy gun that knows how to open and close its eyes and say Mama. A peace without the big noise of beating swords into ploughshares, without words, without the thud of the heavy rubber stamp: let it be light, floating, like lazy white foam. A little rest for the wounds; who speaks of healing? (And the howl of the orphans is passed from one generation to the next, as in a relay race: the baton never falls.) Let it come like wildflowers, suddenly, because the field must have it: wildpeace. By firstname.lastname@example.org|2021-04-04T10:42:33-04:00April 4th, 2021|garden, Seasons|0 Comments Share This Story, Choose Your Platform! FacebookTwitterRedditLinkedInWhatsAppTumblrPinterestVkEmail About the Author: email@example.com Related Posts Changes are Coming Gallery Changes are Coming Cracking Hummer Gallery Cracking Hummer Packed Lunch Gallery Packed Lunch Midnight Garden Gallery Midnight Garden Monarch on Echinacea Gallery Monarch on Echinacea Leave A Comment Cancel replyComment Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment.