They Insist That Peace Will Never Be

They insist that peace will never be,
That hatred runs too deep,
That it’s always been this way,
But your dance negates their claim.

You dance and spin
in a cloud of white softness,
You dance and spin.

Ascending into a heavenly arena.
No longer touching ground
you levitate,
and trace the realm of God…
…Their darkness cannot overtake you.

Born of a land tormented.
You dance as sisters
Israeli and Palestinian.

A whirlwind of Spirit envelops you.
Are you Jewish, Christian, or Muslim?
Are you all of the above, or none of the above?
Are you sisters born of Spirit?
The very Spirit that blows across the desert landscape
Searching zealously for Her lost daughters?

They insist that peace will never be,
But yours is a dance of peace.
Two sisters that belong to the land,
Two sisters who have seen
The beauty in the other.
Two sisters fused in rhythm,
Synchronized in motion,
Moving in and out of Divine gyrations
beyond the realm of lies,
Beyond the realm of death!

They insist that peace will never be
but yours is a dance of perfect Peace, Shalom, Salam.
Yours is the dance of the Spirit of God!

©Wilfredo Benitez