Truce?!

“Our bugles sang truce - for the night-cloud had lowered, / And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky.” ~ Thomas Cambell

"There can be no truce between science and religion. "~ John B. S. Haldane

"When envoys are sent with compliments in their mouths, it is a sign that the enemy wishes for a truce." ~ Sun Tza



Truce

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A suspension of arms by agreement of the commanders of opposing forces; a temporary cessation of hostilities, for negotiation or other purpose; an armistice.

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Hence, intermission of action, pain, or contest; temporary cessation; short quiet.


Truce Translations ~

truce in French is treve
truce in German is Waffenruhe
truce in Latin is indutiae, pax pacis
truce in Spanish is tregua
truce in Swedish is vapenvila

Every once in a while someone will send me a word that I am at a loss as to what to do with. Today someone sent me the word TRUCE. I know a little about calling for a truce. Jimmy would yell truce if ever ( it was very rare!) you were getting the best of him in a battle be it a foot race, arm wrestle or even a battle of words. I also know that truces don't always work like they should. In our case Jimmy would get well away then turn and the battle would begin again with him having a brief rest and he would have figured a way to turn things to his own advantage by the time he stuck again. We have often been known to yell uncle when we saw him headed our way just to avoid the battle. I guess I make Jim sound bad. He wasn't really. He was just Jimmy. He is still Jimmy but I think we have all long ago waved the white flag and declared truce among the eight of us. No longer children we all have to behave as adults. Reuben and I are grateful for the Truce because we are both too old to run from Jimmy's lasso now. I did write something for my word today it is a poem that I named Truce! If you have battles raging in your own life you can try waving the white flag. It might work for you better than it has for me!
I hope you enjoy today's poem.
Have a wonderful day!
Patsy

Truce

Today we fought and spat to see
who would be King of the Hill.

Now as our prayers are heard
we must declare a truce.

For even the bravest Knight can't climb
the hill of terror in the nights darkness.

But with the morning sun
the white flag will be tossed aside.

I will race you to see who can eat grits and eggs
faster and pull on clothes quicker.

We will run in the sunshine, racing to the
bent over tree and on to the tracks.

There will be no "baby, baby" truce!
I will be Queen of the hill!

Written By: Patricia Sawyer
1-14-2009