Friday, January 26, 2007

POEM - Wish

No battle today.
No bloodied noses.
No testosterone feeding the fracas.
Not control, but negotiation.
Not domination, but cooperation.
Not anxiety, but confidence.
Not the concrete slabs of agenda,
But gardens of ideas,

Just prosperity of spirit.
Just folds of consensus in abundance.
Just glory for everyone.
Just – maybe - a touch.
Just courtesy.
Just an act of kindness.
Just a handful of honesty.
Just an armful of blinding Truth.

No battle.
No bloodied mess today, my sister.
Not today for you - or me.
No. Not today.


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