Conflicts

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How I miss

the serenity of faith rather than the noise of planning,
the tranquillity of existence rather than the storm of achieving,
the beauty of creation rather
than the successes of inventing,
the melody of spirituality
rather than the songs of immorality.

How I long

to feel the warmth of moral kindness rather than the chill of intellectual goodness,
to see the harmony of nature rather than mankind’s chaos,
to experience the openness of God’s greatness rather than the confinement of human limitations,
to share in God’s grace and enjoy the richness of His Love.
….. Nahor(1991)

This poem was written/submitted by Nahor.

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