This spring I am yearning for the world to awaken to a springtime of the soul.
Like the bright green shoots of crocuses and daffodils pushing up through soil so recently frozen, may those who are darkening the sky with missiles feel a gentle greening overtake them so that they stop the slaughter.
May those who are suffering feel the soft breath of cherry blossoms in their hearts and be filled with hope of warmer, brighter days.
May those bearing heavy burdens feel the lightness of birds taking to the shining blue sky, circling joyously and calling out to one another, “Come, be free!”
