Peace
everyone in the world were to stop what they were doing,
look up, and softly say the word Peace?
Imagine billions of lips and tongues forming the word
in dozens of miraculous languages.
Imagine billions of ears, hearts, and minds devoted to its sound.
In an instant, the world would be forever changed.
Such is the power we hold � to say a word,
and to have that word become the breeze itself.
How strange it is to know this, and yet still to be afraid.
How sad it is, and unbefitting, to pray while we destroy.
April 7, 2006
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