The Sad Face of War by Manatita
The vices of sorrow
How can we help in Crisis?
War And Peace
"Man invents war. Man discovers peace.
He invents war from without.
He discovers peace from within.
War man throws. Peace man sows.
The smile of war is the flood of human blood.
The smile of peace is the love, below, above. "
- Extract from Songs of the Soul by Sri Chinmoy.
Albena peeped through the cracks of the demolished ruins around her.
It was the fifth day and she was still alive.
Grateful for the tiny speck of light peeping through the clouds,
She lifted up her Soul and offered it to God.
Blankness … then hope, as she awoke while moving through the ether.
As if from far away,
Distant voices were issuing orders;
The familiar sound of a siren could be heard.
Slowly her fingers brushed past the oxygen tubing
Which ran across her emaciated frame;
The lines that hurt her veins.
She was in intense pain.
She had not known food or water for many days!
Cold, distraught; tearful and broken by injustice,
She began to ‘Deva Vu’ of the destructive demons,
Falling from the sky.
“Why?” whispered the young girl questioningly.
No sound came, no answers.
Only a mad rush to get her help.
Before she went under, only one question pierced her heart:
Where has Love gone?
Manatita, Bard of Solace, September, 2014.
~Awakening the Light Within~