A Prayer for Peace

And in despair, I bowed my head,
"There is no peace on earth," I said:
"For hate is strong
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men."

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep
"God is not dead nor doth he sleep.
The wrong shall fail,
The right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men."

 -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Comments

  1. TangledLouDecember 14, 2012 at 5:21 PM

    Thank you for posting this, Jewels. I was thinking of this poem earlier today and couldn't remember who wrote it. It's such a beautifully worded reminder of things we must work hard to remember sometimes. Bless you. xo

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  2. MarianneDecember 14, 2012 at 10:24 PM

    On a day like this, I can understand people feeling forsaken. This is a beautiful poem, and I thank you for posting.

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  3. MichelleDecember 17, 2012 at 6:01 AM

    I'd forgotten this poem, but it is perfect. Thank you for posting.

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  4. Masked MomDecember 17, 2012 at 8:48 AM

    A beautiful thought in an ugly moment. We need so many more of those. Thanks, Jewels.

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