Caress and Cultivate the Child of Peace

No one knows if Today will be followed by Tomorrow. No one is sure if the Seed that we sow will prosper. No one is certain that Life will continue. Everything is a Gift.

 

We are all creatures of Tane Mahuta, the god of the birds, the insects, the forests and the men of the earth.  We all come from the red earth from which the first woman was created.  But while there are children who are correct and generous under the sun, others lie in wait and feed on hatred and lamentations in the dark.

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The Children of Peace are the seeds which our mother earth helps to grow.   In the search for the light, they rise toward the heavens becoming great trees in the forest.  But the Children of Darkness are like stunted plants.  Their soul is expressed among stony roots and twigs which inhibit and cut short their growth.  Their anger only feeds more anger, growing without objective or sense to confound and obscure, molest and damage.  The darkness has forgotten the beauty of the erect, free trees.  They are the children of Tu Ma Tauenga, the god of war.  While we march to the beat of his drums, we remain as children, shackled to a limited spirit, chained to a malevolent soul, bound to a body which confuses strength with destruction and delights in the sufferings of others.  Hunger and greed are the torments created by these warriors of death.

 

We are all creatures of Tane Mahuta and we follow Rongo Marae Roa, the goddess of peace.  Remember that our ancestors came from different peoples.  The skin of some was dark; of others, yellow or white.  During many generations, Atea, the current of life, ruled and the world of the light was entrusted to us.  Then Po Kerere, the night, descended upon us and covered all with darkness.  You are now the children of a new people.  Take care of one another.  Follow the path of love.  Caress and cultívate the Child of Peace.

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