Crystal Cave - Category: Poems of Peace & Hope    
 We Are The New Civilisation7 comments
19 Oct 2004 @ 21:59
I didn't write the following, in fact the author is unknown. Perhaps we should adopt this as the new mantra....  More >

 Absence1 comment
picture 9 May 2004 @ 23:08
So many people around the world are apart from those they love and cherish. I guess many feel this way for this is how I am feeling at this time....  More >

 Journey Home1 comment
picture28 Dec 2003 @ 00:02
Our world is struggling to renew and as a result many are facing tragedy on an immense scale. Safe journey, to those who are going home.

Journey Home

Seeker of truth
Seeker of light
Seeker of faith, come forth now

We are fractured
We are scarred
We seek nurturing and warmth

Our tasks have been painful
Our path has been arduous
Our spirit is fragile and we seek to go home

Seeker of truth
Seeker of light
Seeker of faith, come forth now and guide me home

Nemue December 2003  More >

 In This Time Of Turmoil0 comments
15 Mar 2003 @ 16:14
I would like to share with you a verse from a poem by P.B. Shelley - 'The Clouds' - this verse has sustained me and given me hope and courage when times have been tough.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water.
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain,
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams,
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.

What ever besets us over the next few weeks, we will arise stronger and more united, Let us pray that commonsense prevails.

 I Dream1 comment
14 Feb 2003 @ 21:41
I dream of a world where each can live their life without judgement, without harm and pain.

I dream of a world where we are one and all things are truly connected,
I dream of a world where we can communicate as equals with living creatures and the earth.

I dream of a world where we recognise the value of all that is around us, where we can draw upon each other be we human or animal or object and heal and grow and learn;
I dream of world without hate.

I dream of a world of plenty where to share is encouraged and where each is a winner.

I dream of a world not scarred by war, where children can be children, where the old are respected and loved.

I dream of a world where the colour of your skin, the shape of your eyes and the way you dress is honoured not the subject of hate and ridicule.

I dream of world where love and harmony are diamonds, where money and greed do not exist.

I dream of a world where music and the living landscape are the 'drugs' that sustain us.

I dream of a world where a beautiful sunset and sunrise free of pollution is revered, so each of us has a picture worth more than any Picasso of our wall of life.

I dream of a world where the trust and love shown to us by our animals is given back to each and every one of them.

I dream of a world where a beautiful tree can live its life in majesty, where the sight of a mighty Oak is the altar on which we worship.

Yes, I dream…..


At this time of turmoil I pray that peace and harmony will reign in balance with all. May peace and love over come.  More >

 Not Alone1 comment
14 Feb 2003 @ 21:32
She sits on a bench; she is alone in this world, life has dealt her harsh lessons.

Her clothes are rags her hair is matted, she carries her possessions in a plastic bag.

She was once beautiful, life held many exciting challenges, She was wanted and needed and loved.

She was not to know that life could be so cruel, that her world could turn upside down without warning.

Many rush past with nary a glance, absorbed in their worlds,
they have little time to reflect and ponder.

They have business to attend to they have family to care for, She has none of these things. Some stop and snigger point and laugh, she maintains her dignity.

She knows that her true friends are the trees, the animals that scurry around her feet. For they do not ignore her, they do not mock her, they accept her for what she is. They love her and they need her. For they at least recognise we are one.

Her spirit soars…..for she is not alone.

Salama  More >