SILENT DAWN Against the odds but, in a Universe of infinite Potential, not mathematically Impossible, for things to happen All at once; and so it may, By chance, that independently Of one another, all the people Everywhere, would stay in bed One morning and a silent dawn Would ripple west across the sleeping Faces of assassins, thieves and Babies, carried on a crest of peace.
Until that blessed day, while we Wait for mercy, chance or fate, Let us act! And so subtract Our voices from the din, be still And stay in bed and there await Another voice within; if there Be peace, by peace it must begin. -Donald Kentop
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