Peace Poem for Our Time

Build a Bridge


Here I stand on my side

of the raging river


of difference, of division.

There you stand on yours.


The uproar from the rush

of trouble drowns any hope


of us hearing one other,

even as we both call out


what we think we know,

what we want to change.


How will we ever cross

this chasm between us?


What words could build a bridge

the ways things are now?


Wait, maybe this!


Search your heart.

Choose a sacred memory.


Hold it out to me;

I will hand you one of mine.


Let our listening be the rope

that ties our lives together.


This bridge will hold us!

We can meet in the middle.


It is long past time.


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