DREAM OF PEACE

When we realize there are no strangers
nor lands that are foreign,
our hearts will sing songs
written by our gods.
When children dance before musicians,
shadows will fail to appear.
When blue jays flit from branch to higher branch
closer to God in their silent ascent,
the scent of rose and piñon will linger
to bless us and make us whole.
Love and bliss and peace will be one
when the sun comes shining through.