Global Interfaith Peace

My Crisis

What must I do?
I circle my sphere and
cause the loud speaker:
love, hate, heal, sever, perish, peace.

Desires of the mind for
right and wrong over
the speed of light there quiver
like oracles that instruct us
as worm waywards for
cold and hot words apart.
Harmony is always someone else.
Clouded judgments, whatever their source.”

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