Today is Sunday. Today is the day before 2018. Today is the commitment to work toward Peace, to support those who do and to make the most of the days.
I climbed the mountain by the arduous path fraught with danger
It came in boulders of resistance that threatened to crush my spirit
It opened before me in small chasms of denial that dared to swallow my resolve.
It ignited the brush with a flame of warmongering and the smoke of propaganda filled the air attempting to mask the truth.
I made it to the summit and I found her there. She was neither old nor young.
Peace smiled but her eyes were filled with a deep sadness.
“Few make it this far,” she said with a sigh.
I held her hand and we looked out over the world. The blood of war ran like lava across vast areas of the earth carrying along the bodies of men, women and children.
“How do we stop this?” my voice crackled in my throat
Peace pointed behind me at those who made the climb after me. It starts with each of us. We grasped hands and made a chain…
More wars are on the horizon. We can”t pretend any longer. If we pursue peace then we are part of the solution.
Will we let 2018 roll by and stay silent?
Who speaks for the children?