Peace Seeds
Like dandelion tufts set free,
let our dreams seed the world.
Let us release them
to be lofted on shifting winds,
carried on the coats of wolves,
flown in the feathers
of doves and, yes, hawks
to nestle in some fertile ground
to grow into a better future.
Standing atop mountains
of our sad excuses,
let us invite the truth
to chisel away the granite
faces of our prejudices,
dissolve our fears into
salt, sand, water, world.
Joined in a chorus, let us sing
our hopeful hymns on the open road,
in city centers and steamy jungles
where any hope of peace is still
a hand-to-hand proposition.
Expectant as ready children,
let our dreams leave home
to make their own choices,
while we, proud parents,
watch from the distance
of wisdom, knowing peace,
though deserving of honor,
like the next person hired
has to prove its worth
over and over again.
Anne McCrady