A borrowed recipe

Okay, cooking. Hmmm. Peanut butter and jelly is a fine meal for me, as long as it's accompanied by a good book. And one of my favorite books happens to be a recipe for peace, or rather a prayer for peace. (See how I gracefully sequed out of the cooking topic?)

It's called Prayer for the twenty-first century, and it's by John Marsden (wish I could say that I wrote it!). The pictures make the poem sing, but the words shine nicely on their own.

"May the road be free for the journey,
may it lead where it promised it would,
may the stars that gave ancient bearings
be seen, still be understood.
May every aircraft fly safely,
may every traveller by found,
may sailors in crossing the ocean
not hear the cries of the drowned.
May gardens be wild, like jungles,
may nature never be tamed,
may dangers create of us heroes,
may fears always have names.
May the mountains stand to remind us
of what it means to be young,
may we be outlived by our daughters,
may be be outlived by our sons.
May the bombs rust away in the bunkers,
and the doomsday clock not be rewound,
may the solitary scientists, working,
remember the holes in the ground.
May the knife remain in the holder,
may the bullet stay in the gun,
may those who live in the shadows
be seen by those in the sun.

Amen, and happy cooking.