In the census of cynics
and those who wish
for wars to end or men to see
beyond their cruel greed,
do not write our names.
Say that we have always known
wishing is not enough.
Instead, count us as laborers,
public servants, people who love
struggling children into new lives,
parents who pray for the safety
of families we have never met,
people willing to pay the price
to build peace in other places.
Say that we live eager
to share a meal or a mile or smile,
that our hearts cross borders
to resist the world’s bullies.
Speak our dreams as promises
to the neighborhood of nations
that our doors will always be open.
And when the time comes
for us to answer for our actions,
explain our sacrificial choices,
tell our stories, hold our truths,
resting in the legacy of living peace
and inspired by so many others,
let us respond by asking,
What else could we do?