By Renee Rundle

Gently falls snow over battlefield again
Cold into night onto scarred earth and men
The sky knows no war, no fear, no hate
Indiscriminately it sheds its radiance onto Buddhist, Christian, Shiite, Sikh.

Coating differences with an idea of acceptance
Masking the signs of might and intolerance
That have long caused conflict, strife and pain
And again threaten the intended loving
Spirit of man.

Through this newest terror; this newest war
The challenge is ours once more
To beseech each Earthly mind
To reclaim the simple message of the snow
And to know

That within the collective human heart
There is more than enough love
To create the light that, when allowed
For all time has the power
To unite

Every race, every tribe, every nation
Against the darkness, despair, and destruction
That by the pure disguise from the sky
Now lie hidden below
The snow.