A time, a time for weeping
A time for praying
A time for walking
In another's shoes
A time of listening
A time of grieving
All we can undo
A time for wanting
A time for healing
A time to picture another way
Another day where
we can see deeply
Our brothers, sisters,
Mothers, fathers in
Each other and not
In the light of
Mistrust, violence, or hate
Can we stand as
Menders of the fence
Bridges of the divide
And fight for the same
In every town, city,
Nation, country
Not a difference
But as children
In the human family.