Adapted from a poem by Judyth Hill

Wage peace with your breath.
Breathe in war victims and rubble,
breathe out the safety of homes
and flocks of redwing blackbirds.

Breathe in terrorists and breathe out sleeping children and freshly mown fields.
Breathe in all sorts of weapons and breathe out maple trees.
Breathe in the victims
and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.

Wage peace with your listening:
hearing sirens, pray loudly.
Remember your tools:
flower seeds, sky gazing, clean rivers.

Build and repair.
Play music; learn the word 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 a fish,
swim for the other side.

Never has the world seemed so precious.
Have a cup of tea and rejoice.
Imagine nuclear weapons all disarmed.
Don’t wait another minute.
Wage peace.

Adapted from a poem by Judyth Hill