"The Chalice near Lake Alice" in Gainesville, Florida -- where people of different beliefs worship together as one faith, committed to lifelong spiritual growth and compassionate service to each other, our community, and the earth.
It's November 11, it's 1918, it's Armistice Day, and I,
I would have no arms.
I would have no legs.
I would live in Europe, Asia, America, south and north, Africa, Australia, Antarctica, and all the wide deep blacken blue oceans.
I would have no Western front.
I would name myself Peace Among the Nations.
Hanging over the beleaguered of nations like a happy gracious fog, I would
I would weigh you down with uplifting serenity.
I would double you four times, Woodrow Wilson World War.
All ate of you, consumed by love, would have a thousand arms each reaching and embracing every dying soldier every wailing mother every broken-legged horse, enfolding them in doesn't-change-a-thing compassion.