There are so many mistakes we’ve seen in this world
which we would like to correct, but cannot.

We can’t go back to Eden, take the apple from Eve’s
hand before her first bite, and replace it on the tree.

We can’t take the rifle from the killer’s hands before
he fires the first shot, and grant him a luminous
vision of his loving Higher Self instead.

We can’t call the bombers back from their mission
before they drop the atomic bombs on Japan, nor
can we dismantle the ugly concentration camps
before that first rail car of Jews arrives.

It seems we all have blood on our hands, all of us.
Perhaps that’s part of the price we must pay here
in order to become fully Self-aware at last.

We can’t take back the casual cruelties we’ve inflicted
on one another, but we can snap out of our stupor
of chronic callousness and transform ourselves
at the heart with love and tenderness.

We can make today, right now, the moment
we cease being yet another offense to life,
and become instead a soulful blessing.