A Christmas Poem by Maya Angelou
in our joy we think we hear a whisper
at first it is too soft
then only half heard
we listen carefully as it gathers strength
we hear sweetness
the word is Peace
it is loud now
louder than the explosions of bombs
we tremble at the sound
A Christmas Poem by Maya Angelou
in our joy we think we hear a whisper
at first it is too soft
then only half heard
we listen carefully as it gathers strength
we hear sweetness
the word is Peace
it is loud now
louder than the explosions of bombs
we tremble at the sound
we are thrilled by its presence
it is what we have hungered for
not just the absence of war
but true Peace
a harmony of spirit
and comfort of courtesies
security for our beloveds and their beloveds
we are thrilled by its presence
it is what we have hungered for
not just the absence of war
but true Peace
a harmony of spirit
and comfort of courtesies
security for our beloveds and their beloveds
we, angels and mortals
believers and non-believers
look heavenward and speak the word aloud
Peace
we look at each other then into ourselves
and we say without shyness or apology or hesitation
Peace, my Brother
Peace, my Sister
Peace, my Soul
we, angels and mortals
believers and non-believers
look heavenward and speak the word aloud
Peace
we look at each other then into ourselves
and we say without shyness or apology or hesitation
Peace, my Brother
Peace, my Sister
Peace, my Soul
FEAR - friend existing as resistance
Nice!
FEAR - friend existing as resistance
Nice!
“Cash geld opnemen”
Wat je aandacht geeft, groeit.
“Cash geld opnemen”
Wat je aandacht geeft, groeit.