Wage Peace
by Judyth Hill
September 11, 2001
Wage peace with your breath.
Breathe in firemen and rubble,
breathe out whole buildings and flocks of red wing blackbirds.
Breathe in terrorists
and breathe out sleeping children and freshly mown fields.
Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees.
Breathe in the fallen and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.
Wage peace with your listening: hearing sirens, pray loud.
Remember your tools: flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers.
Make soup.
Play music, memorize the words for thank you in three languages.
Learn to knit, and make a hat.
Think of chaos as dancing raspberries,
imagine grief
as the outbreath of beauty or the gesture of fish.
Swim for the other side.
Wage peace.
Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious:
Have a cup of tea and rejoice.
Act as if armistice has already arrived.
Celebrate today.
©Judyth Hill
Chel Owens 
Nice
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It really spoke to me.
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💗💗
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Awesome, this made my day.
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I’m so glad.
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So uplifting and full of hope. Loved it.
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It breathes hope!
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most excellent; beautifully crafted. I’ll keep this somewhere nearby to read again.
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I love it. I’ve been thinking of attempting a response, one with specifics for the current worry.
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That works on so many levels.
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It’s beautiful
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I love the references to breathing in bad and breathing out good. Thank you it was wonderful.
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Yes, It’s beautiful.
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