Where Peace Begins

In a world that causes pain under stress,

The borders were drawn and echoed pain,

Where silence is not out of grace,

But fear that there is shadow everywhere-

Still, peace is not a distant dream,

Nor is there only one whisper in one stream.

It remains where the heart refuses to hate,

Where hands still reach across the gate.

It blooms amidst the smile of two strangers,

Across war -torn miles.

It rises from a soldier's prayer,

And resides slowly in the air.

Peace or throne is not born,

It grows where mercy stands alone.

Every "sorry," every "why,"

You dare to cry in every tear.

It is under a mother's song,

A lullaby where all are.

It echoes in a cool room

Where sorrow gives a way to light and bloom.

Peace is not a fleeting guest,

But build your house inside our chest.

Not just a truss between noise,

But some deep - Gentler voice.

So when you wake up and see the sky,

Blue and bold and huge and high-

Know peace does not start from the world,

But your soul is unfit with the flag.

Speak soft. Hear Understand.

Offer love with open hand.

This is where treatment begins-

A revolution in our hearts.