ICEBERGS
If we could find that tiny, frozen part of us
Holding negative thoughts in its cold icy grip,
Self pity, prejudice, hatred of others
We don’t understand - the tip
Of the iceberg of fear, frigid and bitter, a cold glacial chill,
The flip side of loving, compassion, peace and good will.
Could we take a quartz heater, hair dryer, hot furnace to thaw
The piercing arctic cold we hold onto so tight,
Or try to melt all that fear with small doses of warmth,
As we learn of each other and have no need for fright.
Muslims and Buddists, Christians, Hindus and Jews,
All religions we claim to believe,
Let’s just each live our faiths as they’re taught to us now,
And wait for our icebergs to leave.
Virginia Atkinson
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