La Casa de Peace
It is quiet at La Casa de Peace.
We sleep in fields of cotton and
peaceful streams. Far from the frantic
world of honking horns, and waves of
people, like million of ants going about
their daily chores.
La Casa de Peace... is filled with the magic of anticipation.It is filled with love of the inhabitants. And the peace...tranquility,
flows through it, like the spring
waters down a mountain trail.
My minds still recalls the wonder of sunset,
as the warmth of day, slips behind that
sea of trees and beauty, that lies
beyond the circling veranda.
Can anything be more magnificent, then
family gathered in the warmth of the kitchen
..witnessing the miracle of each day,
as the sun rises and sets
there amidst the wonders of God.
I shall never loose site of
the magic of that place and the
love that is share for one and all.
© Joe Fazio
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