“We have faith that future generations will know that here in the middle of the twentieth century, there came a time when men of good will found a way to unite, and produce, and fight to destroy the forces of ignorance, and intolerance, and slavery, and war.“
Voices jabber around me like crows, spitting harsh, cold words. They battle over differences, snubbing those who are not the same.
Invisible, I walk among them, whispering brotherhood. Lift one up, steady another. Silent, unseen, I plant compassion
A spark of truth births understanding. Only to be beaten down by those who refuse to accept. Even the flame of truth can’t survive a tsunami of ignorance and hate.
I take a deep breath, then move through them again. I cannot cease. I will not, until the squalls and misunderstandings are resolved. Until all the world sings together.