My prayer for us all
Is that we may take this time
To reflect on our lives
And to make new choices
If we find we have been caught
In the fray, and forgotten true value

When, after many decades of confusion,
I came home to love
I also came home to seeing
How easy it is to miss this life
How easy it is to miss the gift
And the gift is simple, there for both
Rich and poor
Woman and man, black and white
The simplicity and power
Of opening the heart
Whatever the circumstances
Whatever the injustice

True power is the power to care

Our train has been moving too fast
And suddenly it has stopped
A pause at some wayward station
And we get to breathe
And look at the view
And go inside
And decide who we want to be

And when the train, at some point,
Lurches back into its movement
Will be just go back to the same ways
Or will our hearts and minds have opened
And we will make new choices

It’s not up to them, it’s up to us.

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