Painting a Poem of Peace . . .

 

Once upon a time, the story is told that a parish priest in Italy launched a children’s competition for a poem or painting dedicated to peace.  Below is the winning poem: (Author Unknown)

 

“PAINTING PEACE”

I had a box of colors.

There was no red for the blood

of my wounds.

There was no black to paint

the mourning of my loved ones.

I didn’t have yellow

for the world’s jealousies.

I had blue:

I sat

and painted Peace.