POEM FOR TODAY. Thich Nhat Hanh
http://www.seaox.com/thich.html PEACE by Thich Nhat Hanh They woke me this morning to tell me my brother had been killed in battle. Yet in the garden, uncurling moist petals, a new rose blooms on the bush. And I am alive, can still breathe the fragrance of roses and dung, eat, pray, and sleep. But when can I break my long silence? When can I speak the unuttered words that are choking me?