1
When I first learned of World War II and the cost of winning the war, I would lie on our living room floor, watch dust motes above my head shimmer in the sunlight and imagine white shadow dancers the same age as myself traced upon the ground no longer able dance.
2
I lament the souls of those who die in war, who never get to live, to raise a family, make discoveries and inventions that lift our burdens, write beautiful poems and stories about life. I lament those souls lost to history, blown to bits, nothing left to mourn.
3
Who will tell the arrogant, the haters, the self-righteous, the fundamentalists on every side to stop and who will be left to gather together in remembrance and say never again and again and again…
4
“…black darkness is enshrouding all regions…countries are burning with the flame of dissension…the fire of war and carnage is blazing throughout the East and the West…Draw up the people from the abyss of the ocean of hatred and enmity and deliver them from the impenetrable darkness.”
5
“…unite their hearts and brighten their eyes with the light of peace and reconciliation. Deliver them from the depths of war and bloodshed, and free them from the darkness of error. Remove the veil from their eyes and enlighten their hearts with the light of guidance.”
6
This life, this full life, this crazy life, this crazy creative life will someday end. Maybe some leader will decide the best way to win a war is to strike first and we will die in our sleep or on the way to meet a friend for coffee or walking to the store or maybe enjoying a sunny day thinking the war is somewhere else not here.
(quotes from the Baha’i writings)
My husband's poetry 
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