{Today, I rediscovered this poem which I originally wrote for our holiday letter on December 31, 1999. It seems apropos two decades later.}
Good Morning!
The sunlight sparkles on the snow;
Sparkles on the sea;
On the fields of wheat;
On the forests.
A New Day:
A New Millennium.
Lids flutter open
In waves across the world —
Minds at last awake
From their deeply troubled dreams.
Blind ambition opens sleepy lids;
Wipes the sand away from slumber.
Humanity awakes!
At long last,
The veil is lifted from minds and hearts.
Hands touch hands
The world round.
Everyone laughs as if on cue.
To think that we were ever so blind.
To think that we were ever so silly.
We chuckle and shake our heads.
Our teen-age years of rebellion are over.
Guns fall silent.
People see beneath the skin.;
People hear beneath the accent.
We are glad to have so many brothers,
So many sisters, so many long-lost cousins.
With joy, the people begin the long,
Long journey back to Eden.
We remake our traveling spaceship jewel.
We replant the surface of the earth.
Seen from space,
Our whirling little marble greens again.
Our whirling edge of blue clears again.
Seen from our backyards,
The moon grows clear and huge.
And stars once more appear in night skies.
Birds fly over Mexico City.
Dictators become gardeners.
Soldiers become poets.
Plastic turns to wood.
Creation is re-created.
Paradise, always there —
Suddenly appears.
Our multi-millennial blindness is cured.
Our multi-millennial sleep is over.
Good Morning!
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