Monday, July 11, 2005

In sorrow for lives needlessly lost

There are only 3 drops of dew on the rose,
But they reminded me of tears.

I weep for our race who can't seem to learn:
That there IS enough to go around,
If we share and don't hoard.

That ALL religions are a way to acknowledge
That the universe is too vast and wonderful to fully understand,
Not a way to dominate or avoid domination.

That life is the most precious thing of all.

It's the stuff that makes flowers unfold,
Sunsets to linger,
Kisses so deep and warm,
And loves that last forever.

1 comment:

Brea said...

Well said - absolutely beautiful