Too many days and nights

put fire at the sky

with twilight fires  to light the world,

or the walnut tree in the shade,

without never seeing you,

wandering among the men, with a smile

who is not veiled

by a dark war !

 

Alas, how much days,

how much nights, will remain you to flower
tombs of the innocent victims of their madness,

by finding there refuge crying your impotence?

You, for of which only thirst being to be cherished,

everywhere on this Earth,

 by the human ones larger

in the division, the love

and the fraternity&

 

O You, white dove with the wings of tenderness !

 

Price of the Dove of Peace - Valley of Huveaune ( France ) 2002  

 

Johanne Hauber-Bieth