Love is not in the tumult, not in the fear,
The crash, the desolation, pain. The voice
Of the winds that rend the nations is not
The voice of Love, bringer of peace.
The voice of brother's blood, crying from the ground,
Crying as children weep; crying, that mercy
Shall not perish from the earth — this is not
The voice of Love, bringer of peace.
O world, if you would hear the voice of Love,
Harden not your heart. Oh, take the sword of Christ,
Sword of Truth! Fear not the flaming sword
That keepeth the way of Life.
Above the blackness the voice of Love is calling,
Calling—Love, bringer of peace!
Humbled, listening, you shall hear and be still.
Who shall turn the power of omnipotence?
Who shall turn Love? O world, you shall hear the voice,
The "still small voice"—bringer of peace.
