I dream a dream the stars might keep,
Of lands where children safely sleep,
Where morning breaks on fields of gold,
And no one fears the stories told.
No echo cracks from gun or flame,
No border drawn in hate or name,
The sky, unscarred by planes of war,
Just birds that glide and oceans’ roar.
A place where flags don’t stake a claim,
But wave in friendship, not in fame,
Where hands reach out, not curled in fists,
And no one’s voice or soul is missed.
Where every race and creed and tongue
Is valued, heard, and brightly sung,
And peace is more than just a word—
It’s in each act, each heart, each world.
I dream, though storms still fill the air,
That love will rise from each despair.
And if we dare to plant the seed,
Then peace will grow from every deed.
So hold the dream, both bold and true—
A gentler world begins with you.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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