Does not your heart cry out? Does not your very soul morn?
We are the
lovers, we are the peace makers; and yet, where is our peace.
Are we not
reminded with every beat of the heart in our chest of the hurts we have known
and the betrayal we have experienced?
Do we not
bear witness to the most basic of our flawed nature?
I have
cursed at the sun for shining its light, and yet felt its warmth rejuvenate me.
Yes we have cried,
and yes we have hurt, but rise up I say to you, rise up and meet the morning
sun.
Embrace each
ray of light that shines upon your face for we are the lovers, we are the peace
makers, and peace shall be ours.
