A world without war A home without strife A gun without ammunition A voice without disdain A message without scorn
Imagine A life without hate A storm without destruction A highway without collisions A field without ticks A rose without thorns
There are moments There are places There are chapters of life When we can thus imagine When our path is smooth Our waters placid
In these times We give thanks Gratitude not guilt We give thanks and absorb the peace we know So as to share To drop our pebble Lend ripples of shalom To the world
Then there are other moments When despite The pain, suffering And destruction Swirling around us We still know peace We hold tightly to that kernel Of light Of hope Of love Which resides Deep within Filling our being This peace in the midst of turmoil Can also be shared Pebbles of compassion Ripples of love Healing salve for our troubled world.
Crumbs for the Journey 