Building Peace in the Minds of Men, Women and Children
Poem
Perlur vatnsins
Hendur mínar halda lófafylli
af hreinum, tindrandi dropum úr bergvatnsá.
Dásemd jarðar og dýrð er sem þeir hylli,
draumfegurð og gleði bara sjá.
Er ég kasta draumadropum þeim
dýrðar perlur úr þeim verða þá.
Svona' er að lifa lífinu' í þessum heim,
líta aðeins draumsins fegurð á.
En þó margt erfitt sé á sveimi hér,
sólskin jafnan einhverstaðar finnst.
Láttu vakna dýrðardraum í þér
þá dýpsti sorgarhylurinn hefur grynnst.
Thea Snæfríður Kristjánsdóttir
Pearls of water
My hands are holding a fistful
of clear, brilliant drops from a spring-fed river.
It looks as if the drops are praising the splendour and glory of the earth,
they see nothing but dreamlike beauty and joy.
When I throw these dreamlike waterdrops into the air
they become magnificent pearls.
This is how life should be:
only observing dreamlike beauty.
Even though there is trouble and hardship afloat in this world,
there is always some sunshine to be found, somewhere.
Let a dream of something wonderful awaken in you,
then the depths of sorrow will shoal.
Thea Snæfríður Kristjánsdóttir (aged 9)
Read by Gudrún Ólafsdóttir
Music
Ave Maria, Sigvaldi Kaldalóns
Gudrún Ólafsdóttir and Sonor Ensemble, conducted by Luis Aguirre
Available here.
Image
Landscape
Thea Snæfríður Kristjánsdóttir (aged 9)