Time stands still and
Earth's breath surrounds me
With a gentle quietness.
Suddenly I realise,
That naught stands still.
Neither earth, sea and sky,
Or the moon and stars in the heavens.
All create an ever changing tapestry
Of interwoven cultures, climes and tongues.

Quell the storm,
You that in ceaseless battle rage.
We are all actors on life's stage:
Let not the fanfare
Be the cries of needless death. 

04/25/2002

Posted on 04/25/2002
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