16.7.2023
In the early morning's air I caught the fragrance of a star, Began to climb the rising stair To find out where on earth you are
And look upon your holy face O Mother of all galaxies, Seeking for your timely grace To heal this world's atrocities.
When will humanity find peace, Even if only a modicum, When will human violence cease, O Mother, come to us, O come.
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