Line upon line. Row upon row. Shuffling, Shifting, We stand. x & y axes meet. The interlocking pieces of a tessellation, Shadows of darkness bouncing off light. Like chess pieces jockeying for position In the rumbling silence Before a battle begins. Or as flights of swallows Swooping back and forth, The undulations of a Japanese fan in the breeze. Sandalwood beads slip through fingers Like grains of sand In an hourglass While upswept hands cup Mercy Streaming from angels’ win

I am a child for peace who likes to wonder. I wonder about time and existence. I hear the gurgling of a woodland brook. I see the flapping of dove's wings. I want to live in a world of peace and serenity. I am a child for peace who likes to wonder. I pretend that I'm flying on an ivory dragon in a land far beyond. I feel the gentleness of a lotus petal. I worry about the way the media portrays my religion. I cry for the innocent people dying and suffering. I am a child for pe