It is quiet at La Casa de Peace. <br />We sleep in fields of cotton and <br />peaceful streams. Far from the frantic <br />world of honking horns, and waves of <br />people, like million of ants going about <br />their daily chores. <br /> <br />La Casa de Peace... is filled with the magic of anticipation.It is filled with love of the inhabitants. And the peace...tranquility, <br />flows through it, like the spring <br />waters down a mountain trail. <br /> <br />My minds still recalls the wonder of sunset, <br />as the warmth of day, slips behind that <br />sea of trees and beauty, that lies <br /> <br />beyond the circling veranda. <br /> <br />Can anything be more magnificent, then <br />family gathered in the warmth of the kitchen <br />..witnessing the miracle of each day, <br /> <br />as the sun rises and sets <br />there amidst the wonders of God. <br /> <br />I shall never loose site of <br />the magic of that place and the <br />love that is share for one and all. <br /> <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/la-casa-de-peace/
