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forced to be free of all the colors of peace

I had a box of colors - These Sorek, Israel

I had a box of colors,
brilliant, determined and vibrant.

I had a box of colors.
some hot, some are very cold.

I had the red for the blood of the wounded.
I had no black for the tears of orphans.
I did not have white hands and the face of dead.
I had no yellow for burning sands.

But I had orange for the joy of life.
and green for buds and nests.
And the bright blue of clear skies.
and pink for dreams and rest.

I sat down and painted peace.

I happened to read this poem. And I happen to think. I happen to think that color is peace. And I happened to remember all those times when the peace I have not wanted to do: when I was too angry to forgive someone, when I was sure to be on the side of reason and did not want to no why change your mind, when I felt humiliated or neglected or maligned and had no intention of trying to understand why (because there is always a reason ...), when I decided to close with a person because of envy or dislike. And I happened to see those days as days of dark, purplish. And I happen to think that in my life I do not want purple days. And I happened to remember other days, more bright, when peace has passed irruptive in my life, color of the rainbow, when I did not consider "my" time "too important", but I decided to dedicate it to others when faced with a challenge I responded with love, when in front of me who had I just laughed at or insulted offered a chance for redemption, and when I realized that my point of view is not the only one and that this is a good reason to start a dialogue with those who think differently, and when I realized what I thought was absolutely right that in reality it was not and I'm angry, but I went to who told me and I apologized, and when I had the courage not to expect me to rule my life, but not afraid to let anyone had much more good and wise to do so ... And I happened to recognize all the colors of these days, all the oranges, greens, blue and pink. And I wish that happened to the days that will have these colors, the colors of peace!

And I've had to do something that I did not want, but I did those of these colors and I happened to find that it is another thing!

I am a little pencil in God's hands (Mother Teresa of Calcutta)

Lord, 'me a little colored pencil to color in the world peace!