Peace on Earth


The first glimmer of it had been the sign
on the gatepost, Maes-y-Pant, past
the unnumbered mailbox. The car door
slammed shut behind me. Andrzej turned
off the engine, got out on the other side.

"Welsh," he said, as if he'd been taught it
by the priests in Krakow. "The last owners
named it. The realtor told us it means
something like Meadow-on-the-Hill.
We liked it, so we just kept it that way."

Inside, we settled into sofas around
the hardwood table, listened to Piaf, Bocelli,
and Newton John. Sheba came around
to sniff at the coffee, test our laps
and faces. Andrzej pulled her to the armchair.

"Sheba speaks three languages," he was
saying, stroking her collar. "She sits
in Polish, fetches in English, and now
that Joanna's in that class three weeks
she's learning German as well!"

A glimmer in the doorway. And an aroma
of raisined life that set Sheba to barking.
Joanna came in, balancing a tray
piled precariously high, a ziggurat
of pastry, flecked with flour and cream.

The coffee went around, as we demolished
that sumptuous tower, talking all at once,
a babble of voices, teaching each other
the words - Guten Morgen, dzień dobry,
maidin mhaith, magandang umaga
-

The words to meet each other with, come day.
Inside, that winter night, we opened up
that vast thesaurus of one human tongue -
Outside, there was, through mist,
the glimmer of stars.
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31 comments:

  1. Thank you so much, Sam, for this gorgeous poem! Your words will accompany me like good friends from now on.

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  2. Sam,This really surprised me. You found a whole different take, expressing the way we humans really experience Peace on Earch, among moments that aren't random, words that fit, friends we love. It stopped me in this crazy hectic day and brought me back to what matters. The very first reveal of the name of the cottage established a "out of time" mood, preparing the reader for mystery, and then the specific sensual pleasures, the warmth, the raisin scented girl, Reading ....

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  3. I got boosbumps while reading this and it left me with a smile in my heart. A lovely gift for today, in words! Thank you, Sam.

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  4. Thank you for your awesome (meant in the traditional meaning) gift.

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  5. A beautiful gift, haunted with love and fellowship- thanks

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  6. beautiful sam. conveys a loving cocoon like intimacy, a sense of nesting and family, at the same time a reverential sense of the vastness of humanity, of earth and her seasons, and the universe, all in one cozy living room vignette. you are a true talent, and a real inspiration. love, peace and blessings to you today and always - snowandstars

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  7. Beautiful piece. Love the ending. The mentioning of stars shows calm, peace and warmth. Wonderful, from start to finish. Nicely done.

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  8. Well-crafted... and for many readers, the craft would go unnoticed, in the assumed simplicity of the story.... not so simple, though... beautiful, as always.

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  9. Short link - http://bit.ly/s4peaceonearth

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  10. A new and gorgeous Sam Peralta - how wonderful ... It's so lovely and deceptively simple; I agree with Ellen, the craft may go unnoticed by some but the poetry? I think not. I especially love "the vast thesaurus of one human tongue" - and of course, "the glimmer of stars".

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  11. Beautiful. I love it.

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  12. Absolutely beautiful, Samuel! A real treat on this wondrous day!

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  13. Inside, that winter night, we opened up
    that vast thesaurus of one human tongue -
    Outside, there was, through mist,
    the glimmer of stars....dang sam, those last 4 lines are amazing...the thesaurus of on human tongue is one of those lines i wish for...smiles...seriously tight piece, and felt great reading it as well...

    merry christmas man...i hope the day was magical for you..

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  14. It's wonderful to be taken along on a journey of peace! It's elusive but necessary to be reminded. Nicely Sam!

    Hank

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  15. "that vast thesaurus of one human tongue" - love that. The world is so small, and we all speak the same language. We realize and embrace that, when we're not confused.
    Enjoyed the poem very much. Thank you.

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  16. I love the naturalness to this, it rolls beautifully, just loved it...beautiful.

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  17. Love the glitter throughout, and:

    Inside, that winter night, we opened up
    that vast thesaurus of one human tongue

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  18. This is just beautiful, Sam. The last stanza takes my breath away!

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  19. Peace in the meadow on the hill! I too found a babble of faith. Here, multilingual, multi species, sharing of a meal . . . wonderful vision and meeting of spirits.

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  20. I love your closing stanza.

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  21. Inside, that winter night, we opened up
    that vast thesaurus of one human tongue -
    Outside, there was, through mist,
    the glimmer of stars....wow...this is awesome...i love how you paint the scene, draw us into it..love the connecting over different backgrounds and languages...one of my favs by you sam...merry christmas to you..

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  22. The Hebrews viewed our various languages as a curse from God. North American natives speak of a flood that separated folks and new languages resulted. The Greeks say Hermes brought discord to men by giving them language. In South Australia, aboriginal people say cannibalism caused it.

    Most, it seems, see language differences as undesirable -- yet, like you, I also enjoy the feast. You turned the story nicely here.

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  23. So lovely. "a ziggurat of pastry, flecked with flour and cream", "a glimmer of stars". All of it. Wonderful.

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  24. A reversal of the curse of the Tower of Babel, when humanity was divided. Beautifully written, a real treat!

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  25. It wasn't until I read these comments and finished the piece that I realized it WAS (I think) a reversal/redemption of the curse of the Tower of Babel that you hoped to portray through these words--the joys and connections through words in any language when we are together feasting with friends. Beautiful (and delicious!) words.

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  26. How creative Sam, I like the weaving of different words from different languages ~ Hopefully peace, elusive and challenging to achieve, will come one day with understanding and patience ~

    Wishing you Happy Holidays ~

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  27. beautiful, beautiful words...just that.

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  28. Sam, this is just "delicious." I like how you incorporate the theme using Sheba. I felt like I was a fly on the wall!

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  29. Last three lines were fantastic. Beautiful poem. Happy holidays :-)

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  30. every single line was beautiful..
    loved - that vast thesaurus of one human tongue ..
    thank you...

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  31. Thank you for this Christmas gift, truly one of the best I've read and borrowing from what Susan wrote, multi- lingual with a babble of faith..and vision...Merry Christmas ;)

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