Healing the world



Sitting by her desk with a pen
She stared at the blank paper 
Many words came to her mind
Different images criss crossing
Perplexed, powerless, clueless
She looked around and saw
A statue that stood tall

In the silence it uttered
Many stories of the world
The hatred, the confusion
The disharmony, disillusion
The wounds and the cries
She listened carefully
Feeling the pulse of being

Her heart bled and love poured out
Spreading through the web of life
Healing the wounds of the world

Comments

Anonymous said…
More love in Your Heart More Power to Heal the wounds of the world. Very Nice :)

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