And so I listened as the learned lecturer
Profiled the problem of peace in the Middle East,
The need to speed the distant day
When the Jew and the Arab, the Jew and the Muslim
(and let’s not forget the Christians and other infidels)
Break bread together on the holy Temple Mount
While flocks of white doves float benignly above.
And so I left the crowded lecture hall
With his wise words lingering in my mind,
His charge to change the ways we view the world
so as to usher in a sweet, so-shiny day.
I walked out into the full-mooned night
And watched the stars burn coldly
Millions of miles from where we fight, and dream
Of a sometime when words take shape, stand up, and walk.
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