Peace Knotted Gun UN United Nations

For the sake of God
he said
his voice in tremor.

For sake of the Earth and moon.
For wind over trees.
For the sake of mirror-water
on a moonlit lake.

He shaped his heart
into a wish.
His heart became
a silver dove.

For the sake of God
he said.
For the sake of love.

For breath of the morning.
For whispered night.
For eyes of hope
bright with the light of stars.

His tears like diamonds
fell on the Earth:
the light of Earth-fallen stars.

For the sake of God.
For life’s sake.
For the sake of love
he cried – Stop killing!

David Sparenberg is an international essayist, eco-poet, and storyteller, David Sparenberg is author of four books including: BEING HERE & BELONGING, EARTH KEEPER POEMS and CONFRONTING the CRISIS: Essays & Meditations on Eco Spirituality. Through his writing, he teaches a hybrid discipline of Existential-Ecosophy, combining basic tenets of existentialism with eco-spirituality, eco-psychology, and eco-poetry. David lives in Seattle, WA in the Pacific Northwest of the United States.


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