Waiting in the Wings by Cathy Dellinger
Perhaps we will wake in the middle of the night as the moon's eclipse darkens the sky and realize there is nothing to be gained in this karmic universe that can explain one more death.
Perhaps we will watch a dark-eyed child who speaks of another god and our children will understand there is more to life than only me.
Perhaps we can understand and celebrate our differences for what they are, a quiet fusion of color blending gently into one another.
Perhaps there is no Allah, no Jesus,
no perfect god that can warrant this destruction nor the tears of the child that stands alone waiting for an answer, waiting for peace.
