The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart
The secret anniversaries of the heart.
~ ~ Wadsworth Longfellow
Peace is not made through theory.
Too many people die in war.
This grief, this pain
can still be felt.
No matter how loud one cries,
this way no peace can be achieved.
The flowers of the meadow,
the small insects have life.
Each life has to be respected;
Where else should peace come from?