Making Peace
February 17, 2023
War forgets
That men have mothers
Keeping faces
Without names.
To kill with calm
We must remain
Distant
Being brothers.
Numbers may be bombed at will,
Erased from charts
And left in tombs.
But sons are made of sacred love
Conceived in silence
Formed in wombs.
Leave your weapons,
Drop your hatred,
Make your enemy your friend.
Then at last,
Christ’s love will triumph,
And all war will have an end.