I look to the heavens,
The clouds a riot of white in the blue sky,
Some sort of aerial Morse Code,
Perhaps a message to an angry world,
An ancient forgiveness in an endless cycle of flawed humanity.
An opportunity to seek the wise and the beautiful,
To begin a revolution of change
In which neighbor helps neighbor
And differences make us stronger.
A divide spanned,
A message of love,
One that needs no interpreter,
No great prophet,
Only understanding and compassion
And a willingness to reach across the yawning abyss,
Where instead of differences, we end up finding ourselves.