Footprints of Peace (haiku)
Dedicated to Sister Karen Klimczak (1943-2006)

Where is holy ground?
Is it only in a church,
a temple, or mosque?

No, it’s to be found
ev’rywhere beneath our feet
if peace is our guide.

Live out of real love
each of us to another,
forsaking greed, hatred

Holy ground is found
anywhere people will trace
the footprints of peace.

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

I decided that 300 posts is a milestone and wanted not to be my usual snarky self. Here’s the story behind the inspiration for this poem:

Sister Karen began the “Peaceprints” signage campaign in Buffalo, NY. Signs popped up all over town, “I Leave Peace Prints,” signs with doves, putting out a positive message of unconditional love. She worked in a halfway house for drug offenders who had served their time. Sadly, she was murdered by one of the residents when she surprised him as he was going through her room. Although her death was senseless and sadly ironic, the signs proliferated in her memory and still stand today. Rest in peace, Sister Karen, and thanks for the love.

Posted at the poets’ collective, Poets United.