A Poem by our Founder, Charles Strobel
It's such a fleeting, vaporish feeling--it seems...
Yet surprisingly, it comes nonetheless,
In the stopping and pausing moments
When traffic lights and long lines leave us
Rushing against the wind.
I sometimes wish there was a signal that went off
For others to see whenever those moments occur.
Maybe a blue light on top of our heads.
A sort of neon sermon.
Then when the rest of us didn't see the light on our own head lit up,
But only a blue light on someone else's head--
We would pause to stop and think...
Or at least to realize our own peace meter wasn't lit,
Calling us to do something about
Whatever was causing us turmoil.
What often happens is we fail to see the people who are at peace
Walking with and among us.
I hope they are around you this new year,
Because they are windows to the world we so desire.