25 Nov 2005

remember to play after every storm

the sentence i used as a title for this post belongs to Mattie Stepanek, a young boy who died last year, after a life of disease and suffering, caused by a rare form of muscular dystrophy. However, Mattie was an incredible public speaker and writer. He wrote poetry since he was three years old. He has had five books published and some of them were on the bestsellers list of the New York Times. He was introduced to me by Claudiu, who had watched him in a Larry King show. And i immediately started to appreciate his great power and wisdom, amazing for his age. I chose to post one of his poems, and accompany it with a "navajo pride" flute chant, taken from an extraordinary indian flute music cd that i received as a gift and enjoyed these days. I just thought it would fit here.

We need to stop.
Just stop.
Stop for a moment.
Before anybody
Says or does anything
That may hurt anyone else.
We need to be silent.
Just silent.
Silent for a moment.
Before we forever lose
The blessing of songs
That grow in our hearts.
We need to notice.
Just notice.
Notice for a moment.
Before the future slips away
Into ashes and dust of humility.
Stop, be silent, and notice.
In so many ways, we are the same.
Our differences are unique treasures.
We have, we are, a mosaic of gifts
To nurture, to offer, to accept.
We need to be.
Just be.
Be for a moment.
Kind and gentle, innocent and trusting,
Like children and lambs,
Never judging or vengeful
Like the judging and vengeful.
And now, let us pray,
Differently, yet together,
Before there is no earth, no life,
No chance for peace.

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