The kingdom of peace
I’m at the sea, sitting, seeing,
Looking far away in the blue
That seems empty from far;
Tho, I’m seeing more than less.
I’m seeing wavering the peace,
That breezes on my face with love,
Not to besiege me, like on the sea,
But it shows mercy against the hot.
I’m sitting on the beach, hidden,
As if my throne would be a rock,
A rock whose life is condemned,
To see the kingdom of peace.