Words falling like the tear drops
hanging on the strings of hopes,
words you never knew before
falling deep into your core.
Would you take them in your heart?
Would you wrap them in some art
you are calling poetry
just to fight their bigotry?
Sounds that sound like loving waves
hidden in the mountain’s caves,
sounds that never made a word
but a hum into your cord.
Would you wrap your arms around?
Would you spread them on the ground
on the cross of life and death
just to feel their loving breath?
Would you take the words of fear
to the lord of love, the seer?
Would you ask him to erase
all these words into his grace?
Emanating waves of love
flying wings of the white dove
bring the peace into your mind.
Words are now of the same kind.
No more swords of brilliant minds
no more shining through the blinds
no more time for hatred’s night!
Let there be Eternal Light!
©Daniela Marin, 2018
Illustration by Jade Ene