The Spirit's Song

I hear the whispers of the breeze,

A gentle rhythm, meant to please.

I wonder, God, when strife will fade,

And harmony will be remade.

We seek contentment, pure and clear,

A world where love conquers all fear.

I strike no match, I fan no flame,

My peaceful purpose, I proclaim.

Let children dance with joyful feet,

Where life is vibrant, bittersweet.

Let mothers smile with gentle grace,

Reflecting beauty in their face.

Let fathers build with humble pride,

With kindness as their constant guide.

I ask you, Lord, for grace profound,

Where understanding can be found.

To heal the breaches, mend the fray,

And greet each bright and hopeful day.

Remove the sorrow, make it cease,

You are the essence of true peace.

It's you, my Lord, the endless light,

Who guides us through the darkest night.

Sow seeds of mercy, soft and deep,

While restless weary spirits sleep.

Dissolve all malice, cold and vast,

And let true happiness at last

Embrace us, Lord, our faithful friend,

Until all bitterness shall end.

Destroy the seeds of wicked thought,

For boundless goodness has been wrought.

You Almighty God, forever great,

Upon your wisdom, we await.

Aima Charle