Above the Noise (Imagine Peace)
—A Peacemaker’s Prayer
Imagine me, flying high,
Thirty-five thousand feet above the noise,
Looking down on this brown, blue and green world—
No lines, no flags,
Just one big, spinning home.
From up here,
History’s shouting fades,
And the old scars—
The borders, the battles—
Melt into rivers and light.
Down below, they’re still shouting,
Proud and angry, waving banners,
But up here,
It’s just whispers,
Just people,
Just fear trying to sound brave.
The sky doesn’t care about passports.
It lets every wing glide—
Soldier, pilgrim, dreamer, lover—
All the same,
All just passing through.
Maybe someone’s tracking me,
Maybe someone’s waiting to pull a trigger—
But I know,
Underneath the uniform,
That heart is beating,
Just like mine.
So I send out a wish—
That before the world goes mad,
Before metal meets flesh,
We remember something soft:
A mother’s song,
A child’s laugh,
A meal shared under the sun.
That’s where the fighting stops.
That’s where peace sneaks in—
Quiet, but real.
Imagine that.
Imagine peace.
It’s easy if you try.

Via Suril N Desai