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As the sound of sorrow multiplies
So does the song of hope.
As fear reverberates
So can circles of compassion.
As hate amplifies,
So does love.
We can choose.
Which harmonics
To make ours.
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Author: Na'ama Yehuda
Counter-Spike!
Dhammakaya Temple, Thailand: 100,000 Monks Praying for Peace, (Luke Duggleby)
There’s a spike in crime. There’s a spike in hate. There’s a spike in divisive talk around the country, world, the internet.
There’s a spike in violence, a spike in stress, a spike in power-hunger, a spike in blame.
Let’s spike a counter-spike, to douse the flames.
Let us spike in kindness. Let’s bring a spike in care. May a spike in love envelop everywhere. …
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Small Fry
They may be small
They may be young
They may often get taken, transferred, pushed around.
They may get little voice
About things that affect their lives.
They may have few actual ways
To keep alive.
Their views may be ignored
Laughed at
Minimized.
Their needs may all too often be relegated
To agendas others have.
But small as they are, they are mighty
They are brave of soul
And heart.
They hold opinions
Dreams
Ideas
Insights.
Our care makes all the difference
To the future
That they hold
Inside.
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Happy Girl
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She giggles at the slightest silly
She grins at mirrors
Smiles through windows
Makes a dozen strangers’ day.
She beams at dogs, at books
A toy, a leaf, a pigeon
The world itself at play.
She chuckles at her own reflection
Adores someone’s freckles, wrinkles, shoes.
She rejoices in a pigtail, a polka-dot ribbon
Celebrates a doll, a braid, a tube of sparkling glue.
She chortles with abandon at a joke
“Again, again!”
She finds joy in the smallest moments
Her laughter paints bright happy into
Even the most mundane.
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See Through
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Not all that shows outside, is what may be within.
Not all reflection knows the spirit
Light or dark or dim.
Be kind to those whose face is blank.
Be kind to those whose face speaks more.
You never know
The depth of life
That simmers, yearns, below.
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May You Be Jolted
May you be jolted into awareness.
May your heart slide ajar to the world.
May you see with kind eyes.
May your love shake
The very foundations
Of soul.
May your spirit thrust wisdom
Of long known compassion
Into all that you are
And all that can join you
At the core of the call
To be more,
To be all,
To be whole.
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The Way Up
Find your way up.
Even if it does not take you
In straight line
Or all the way to
Summit.
Find your way up.
Through twist and turns
Through tears and woe
Through long forsaken roads
Of endless
Wandering.
Find your way up.
Through dark pre-dawn
Through moonlit nights
Through the innumerous
Unsheltered
Evenings.
Find your way up.
Reach deep
Climb high
Into yourself
Into the core
Of heart
And spirit
Knowing.
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Cranky Monkey
Photo: Etsy.com
He didn’t want to put on shoes. He didn’t want a sweater. He didn’t want to read a book. He didn’t like the weather.
He didn’t want to go outside. He didn’t want to play.
He didn’t want to take a walk. He didn’t want to stay.
He didn’t want to sit on lap. He didn’t want his chair. He didn’t want to play with blocks. He didn’t want his bear.
He never liked this yogurt. He never liked bananas. He never even wore this shirt. He hated these pajamas.
He didn’t want to take a bath. He hated Yellow Ducky. He didn’t want to wash his hands. The shampoo smelled yucky.
He didn’t like his bedroom. He didn’t like this bed.
He didn’t like this towel. The brush bothered his head.
A Cranky Monkey day to be
In Mama’s arms instead.
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Measure of Hope
In every time of
Hardship
There is a
Measure of
Hope.
In every time of sorrow
There is a
Measure of
Love
For what was
Lost.
In every uphill struggle
There is a
Measure of
Vistas
To be reached.
In every battle
There
Must
Be
A measure of
Understanding
For the
Absolute
Necessity
Of
Peace.
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It is Time!
It is time to be a listener.
It is time to look
And see.
It is time to know the difference
Between opinion
Fact or
Dream.
Yet it’s also time to tell some stories.
Time to let the mind roam free.
Time to open hearts
To conversation
To let imagination
Be.
And it is past all time
To hold compassion.
It is time for patience, too.
Time for kindness
For remembering
The essentiality
Of holding
You
As well as
Me.
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Na'ama Yehuda 
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