RIVER OF PEACE

RIVER OF PEACE

My heart seems to question
What the world could be
If people continue to live in deceit
Not choosing life but death?

It seems the truth is buried
Despair is chosen than hope,
Fear than trust

Perhaps the answer is
Silence
And to listen the beatings of our hearts
And be led by the Spirit
And build not a world of hatred
But of love

I dream of peace
That it may fill our hearts
Peace
For the voiceless
The hungry, landless and oppressed

I dream
A river of peace
Not of total silence
But laughter of children are respected
A river of peace
Where powerless are heard.
A river of miracles
That should begin in me.

A river of peace,
Where generosity abounds.
Where good is shared,
Where souls’ true love is felt
Where friendship and unity,
concord and reverence
are given sincerely
and received beautifully.

God bring us back
into the city of love,
through that river of peace
FR. RAUL

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