#peace

HOW DO WE MEASURE UP?

The true measure of the greatness of a person, 

a town, 

a city, 

a country…

a people

is not in the fortunes we amass…

not in caring solely about ourselves

 

No

 

hopefully 

we will find…

before we are deceased…

the true measure of the greatness of a person

a town,

a city,

a country,

a people…

is in how we treat those less fortunate than us…

 

those who have the least.


A LTTLE SPOT OF LIGHT

Another week of horror… 

of terror…

of uncertainty

and again we meet in a park at night to bemoan a tragedy.

 

People came together…looking for encouragement and relief.

People of different faiths, 

different backgrounds 

and beliefs.

 

As different people prayed to their God…

among the crowd there was no dissension

everybody listened…

and accepted…

everybody paid attention.

 

For no matter what faith was present…

no matter what God they may have named…

or if they didn’t believe in God at all…

their message was the same.

 

In the end everybody lit a candle…

and held it in the air

proving love is universal…

proving love is to be shared.

 

and then we all departed 

taking different paths into the night

our darkness beginning to be driven out 

 

by a little spot of light.


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BEFORE THE SIREN FADES AWAY

We heard the siren before we saw it…an ambulance coming our way

and we hoped for a miracle for the person inside…

That is…until the siren faded away.

 

For you see we did not know the person

and it only troubled our day…

for a moment..

just an instant

until the siren faded away.

 

In that instant we wondered what might have happened

what threw their world into disarray?

But we quickly forgot about them

when the siren faded away.

 

And I thought how sad we are so detached from one another

It is a sign of the times in our world today…

We are wistful, at first, when tragedy strikes another

but lose sight of them when the siren fades away.

 

We have forgotten how we are all one family

I hope that all will change one day…

and we will care about each other

even after the siren fades away…

 

So now when I hear the siren

of an ambulance coming my way

I will still hope for a miracle for the person inside 

before the siren fades away…

 

But in a world that is so divided

disconnected in many ways

I will also be praying for a second miracle

 

before the siren fade away.


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IMAGINE FOUR WOMEN WITH PARASOLS

Imagine two women marching to change the world…

their mission…

Peace for everyone. 

Imagine two women holding parasols 

to shade them from the mid-day sun.

 

Imagine two women not of the same faith

but whose lives are intertwined

by the joy they share within their hearts

and the Peace thats on their minds.

 

Imagine two women standing strong and confident…

dignified and proud

when they spot two other women holding parasols

walking towards them through the crowd.

 

Imagine two women obviously of a different faith

with different stories…different names

also marching to change the world…

their mission is the same.

 

Imagine four women who fate connected…

their story captivates…their picture enthralls…

Imagine four women separated by their beliefs

united by parasols.

 

Imagine four women united in their shared belief

that prejudice, hatred and war must cease.

Imagine four women with their parasols

marching for world peace.

 

Imagine four women and their parasols

showing us the way.

Imagine four women who, if we follow them,

 

will lead us to a better day…


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I MARCH FOR PEACE

When I was young I marched for peace…against oppression and tyranny.

Today I march for humanity….against hate and bigotry.

 

Which means:

 

I march for women, for science…for the environment, 

I march for for liberty…

I march for black lives, for policemen…for the rights of LGTB.

 

But when I stop to think about it…when I step outside my door

no matter what I call it……it’s peace I’m marching for.

 

Peace has many faces..but they all mean the same thing.

Peace is love and understanding…it’s of what the angels sing.

 

Peace is a smile, it is laughter…it’s kindness…it’s charity.

It’s acceptance, tolerance, forgiveness…

peace is family.

 

When I marched for peace when I was young. …

I marched to show the way…

I never thought I’d still be marching…now that I’m old and gray.

 

But I will continue to march for peace…with all my sisters and my brothers…

I’ll march until the world remembers…we belong to one another.

 

Yes, I will march with anyone… to make our voices known…

and when there’s no-one left to march with me…

 

then I will march alone!


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MY FRIENDS

I have this wonderful bouquet of friends…all as different as night and day…

Some of my friends pray to their God…while others…to a different God they pray.

 

Some of my friends don’ t believe in God at all…Can you imagine that!

Some of my friends are old, some young…some thin, some bald, some fat.

 

Some of my friends come from other countries…speak different languages…wear different dress.

Some of my friends make more money than me…and some, I imagine, make less.

 

Some of my friends love other friends who happen to be the same sex.

Some of my friends eat meat…and some of my friends still write checks!

 

Some of my friends are different colors…read different books…watch different movies and TV…

Some of my friends love to soar across the sky…some love to sail the sea…

 

And I have to admit…I love every one of my friends…

I love each one like a sister or a brother…

I only hope, for the sake of world…

my friends can learn to love one other.

 

 

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A WALK FOR PEACE

Lately, I’ve been dubious of religions…the way they’re painted on the news.

We see only the radical ones…with their racist and hateful views…

 

So in order to learn a little more…and help my religious knowledge increase…

I joined a crowd of diverse faiths as we took a walk for peace.

 

The idea: 

To try and understand one another…to begin a dialogue…

as we marched from church to church…from mosque to synagogue.

 

I spoke with people of many faiths. I can't remember all their names, 

but, no matter who I spoke with, the message was the same…

 

It was a message of love and understanding spread out for all to see

a message of hope and friendship…of togetherness and unity.

 

None of these people were hateful, instead, they shared complementary views

These were not the people…I have seen painted on the news.

 

As we walked together in fellowship…in love and harmony

I had to stop a moment as this thought occurred to me…

 

What if every religion is painting the same picture but from a slightly different view…

Using different perspectives, different palates, different brush strokes…different hues.

 

Any religion painted with love, meant to nourish the soul and heart…

though slightly different from the others…is itself a work of art.

 

And those religions painted with hate…have no place upon our wall

For by color and definition…they are not religions after all.

 

Religions, true religions, paint one message: to help love in our world increase…

 

And religions, true religions walk together and dream of peace.


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WHY DO WE MARCH?

“Why do we march for peace, Mom?” I heard her ask as they walked  next to me.

“For the same reason,” her mother answered, “that you and I plant a tree.”

 

“It will be many years from now…once that seed is laid

until your children…or perhaps your children’s children play under its shade.”

 

“We plant a tree for the future…” and here a smile crossed her face,

“hoping the tree we plant today will make tomorrow a better place.”

 

“That is why we march, my love…because I feel this need

To make the future better…to plant another seed.”

 

“A seed of love and optimism…that one day hate will cease…

so your children or your children’s children will finally play in peace.”

 

I felt proud to be marching next to them and smiled as I kept pace…

determined to help them plant a seed of hope today…

 

that will make tomorrow a better place.


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