How small the world, how tightly knit,

If I could hold it in my hand,

I'd touch each hurt with gentle love,

And kiss away each troubled frown.

I'd sit and tell this tiny world

      a story made of earth and light,

That spoke of hope, and spoke of truth,

Of promises that made things right.

And while I held it in my hand,

I'd hold each nation in my heart,

So each would know the gift it brings,

To a tiny world of many parts.

 

 

Poetry Section -  A New Consciousness