Poem For The Peace Poem by Luis Cernic

A telephone to God

There is in my Heart a telephone that communicates me with God

It doesn’t know distances. When it rings, our Lord answers

from the other side.



It’s not difficult to dial the number of the love...



Are just four letters that it doesn't teach in this world

There is no rain that breaks the communication or intertwined lines

with risk others could listen.



Everything is so secret in this conversation

That it’s nice spend all the wealth of our Heart.

That it’s nice buy coins of love, of faith and of ilusion....



Oh Lord, your telephone never it’s busy

And many souls surely call you. Many languages. Many races!

How many hypocrites of heart they call you from their direct line,

While with the other hand they offer the war, pain and rancor.



Oh Lord, I will call you back. And in that moment

I wish that your line is busy.

So, I'll know that everyone have learn to dial the number of the love.



That they are just four letters that it doesn't teach in this world


Luis Cernic

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