Everyday that I wake up and listen to the news, I hear of nothing else but killing, murder, hate and crimes galore. Very seldom do I hear stories that have made me smile and as a mother, I wonder what legacy we are leaving to our children. This is a poem that sums up my feelings at this point –
The world would be a better place,
If everyone would pray for grace
The grace to love, the grace to learn
To live in peace, the grace to earn
The honour of humanity.
In life there always comes a time
When we reflect upon our deeds
And there we find – a person
Of a different kind; to what we thought we are
The kind we hate, we tend to scorn
A bitterness we call our own.
We’ve been let down
We’ve lost the fight
And demons haunt us in the night
Our actions and our words reflect
Our selfishness, our own neglect
Of thoughts more pure, of doings sublime
In life’s journey over time…
We never pause to give a thought
To whom we’ve hurt, with whom we’ve fought,
We carry on pursuing our dream
We never pause to hear the scream –
The scream for help, of one in pain
Who suffers in our quest for gain
Because of us, of what we do.
We need the grace, we must be blessed
To live a life of just success,
To count our deeds and make them count
Towards our end of life’s account.
To change the world and live in peace
To live as man and not as beast
The world would be a better place.
If everyone was blessed with grace.