My world was black and white, without a gray,
without the nuance of a shade or hue,
and oftentimes when I would kneel to pray,
I felt that I was night and day was You.
Dualities dueled in me and the world,
and war seemed what this life was all about,
and thoughts, or words, or bombs were hurled
by sides that sought to snuff each other out.
But Earth’s in color, glorious to see,
and I have faith that You contain them all—
beyond them too—beyond duality,
the summer, winter, and the spring and fall.
May we see through Your eyes, all wars then ceased,
O Light of everywhere—of West, of East.
Mario A. Pita