I wish a falling star
would light that perfect candle.
Its wick would consume the darkness
and its fragrance perfume the night.
Faith does not regret its weakness
because its firm foundation is hope.
Our horizons are lighted by its joy
and its love glows all around us.
Each war must end one day
despite their evil power.
If rulers bare their steely eyes,
let our light blind their stare.
The swords of love and faith
can cut them from the story.
They should have no page to find
when history’s book is seen.
We have the tools to light that candle.
We have the pens to write the story.
We have love.
We have faith.
We have joy.
We have hope.
Dear Jimmy Carter,
Although the world loves its money and power, I believe the prayers of a child are a better guide. When they sing, they have no fear. When they hope, how can we explain the hate?
The boy from Cyprus can love a girl from Bogota. The child in Zanzibar could kiss the elders of Harbin.
To find a new world is all they ask: A world where children cry out of love and compassion and not sorrow or fear. It is a world that we can give them. Let no one take it away.
May God bless you this day!