Wars arise from a failure to understand
one another's humanness.
Instead of summit meetings,
why not have families meet for a picnic
and get to know each other
while the children play together?
~ His Holiness the Dalai Lama
PRECECITOS
Little feet of children
blue with cold,
how can they see you and not cover you—
dear God!
Little wounded feet,
cut by every stone,
hurt by snow
and mire,
Man blind, does not know
that where you pass,
you leave a flower
of living light.
And where you set
your little bleeding foot,
the spikenard blooms
more fragrant.
Walking straight paths,
be heroic, little feet,
as you are
perfect.
Little feet of children,
two tiny suffering jewels
how can people pass
and not see you!
— Gabriela Mistral
Chile 1889-1957
translated from Spanish by Doris Dana
Uni-verse
