by Teresa Hall
In a perfect world, there would be no wars, no sorrow, only compassion and mercy running like liquid gold through the hearts and minds of men. There would be no crying, only ripples of laughter flowing through the air like a bubbling mountain stream, endless and full of life. There would be no hurt, just the soft touch of a caring hand to gently brush away the silent tears. There would be no dying, only a rebirth of all that is good, fair and true in the human spirit. There would be no hate, only a quiet acceptance of so many different faiths and ideals blending together like the kaleidoscope of colours in a rainbow. There would only be peace, harmony and most of all love, if this was a perfect world.
Teresa Hall has been writing poetry since a young age and has been greatly inspired by the beauty in nature while enjoying long dog walks on the Scarborough Bluffs. Most of her poetry is environmental, but she also writes philosophical and, lately, more personal poetry. Two of her poems have been on exhibit at the Bluff Gallery, one at the Agincourt library and also one on exhibit at the Carnegie Gallery in Hamilton. She has been internationally published as well as here in Canada in various venues.