One syllable
It is a rose in front of God,
freewill exercised with consideration,
the voice of serenity,
hope invoked by the flawless faith that loves gives us
The serene vision of a brotherhood that has no color,
language, borderline, age, nationality or creed
The unexpected voice of life that understands the sharp cry where sorrow sleeps;
the coffin nails, the falsehood,
the inequity and evil that shakes the world
Through darkness, peace makes its way to Creation
providing its offerings...
Oasis of harmony!
It is the fraternal embrace of the universe;
the acceptance of the diversity of our brothers
along with their creeds, colors and ideals
Aware of what I say; fanaticism, hatred, revenge,
leave only ashes, drag us to intimidation,
to wars, pain, tears; perhaps could also find us naked
before the frightening possibility of being victims
because of the color of our skin, because of our beliefs
or for thinking differently
Much more simple is to give love and to accept it with joy,
freedom, tolerance; gestures of solidarity and compassion
which leads us to proclaim a simple word,
that has just one syllable,
peace…
©Noris Roberts
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Wed 8th Mar 2017 12:59
Such fine ideals, and well-expressed.