Peace Comes From Those Who Live It Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello
Peace Comes From Those Who Live It
An ungrateful man will always whine and complain,
His mind is but a recorder rewinding the past.
He will curse his country because blame is his game,
Makes demands on everyone but never works as he must.
People like that always dwell in negativity,
Pointing fingers, digging graves, minds are vacant.
While others strive and persevere to help their country-
Ungrateful people curse their land with endless rant.
Peace comes naturally from those who live it.
Thankfulness and kindness to them just abound.
What we reap is what we sow for God will not forfeit
Fruits of our labor, in them Happiness is found.
Good stored in our hearts birth actions that are good
There will never be room there for what is dark.
Our hearts will flow with contentment and gratitude,
In our daily life, Peace makes her mark.
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~~~09.02.17
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4/18/2024 8:16:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Really a ungrateful man always complains and blames others. Be has no positive hope. But grateful man needs peace and peace comes from.. .. as you have written.. Peace comes naturally from those who live it. Thankfulness and kindness to them just abound. What we reap is what we sow for God will not forfeit Fruits of our labor, in them Happiness is found. Beautifully inscribed. Thanks.