The curtain raises on every new day,

With the setting sun, the shutters close on natural light,

Gently the penimbra of dawn lessens

Then, as gently turns twilight into darkness.

There are short days and long

Long nights and short

For some neverending days

For other everlasting night

With the rest caught somewhere between

In weather that is variously,

Hot and cold, dry and wet, windy and calm

The days, weeks, months,

Years, decades, scores,

And centuries of time come and go,

And

In every day.

Week, month, decade, score,

And century of years,

There lacks but one thing,

PEACE.

For somewhere

In the world

There is unrest,

Conflict along with internal

And external hallmarks of upheaval.

Man against man

Country against country

Region against region

Ideology aganist ideology

In and out

Up and down

Coming and going.

Time and unrest…

A forever concertina.