The If of Peace and Love by Pat Garcia
If silkworms could grow peacefully,
Silk would fill the whole earth.
If the larvae of butterflies could choose,
Then, they would hatch on green leaves,
And grow in their brilliance.
Whatever happened to the vision of hope?
The gift of faith,
The coadunation found in peace and love,
The ideology of humans understanding humans,
The sacredness of respect.
The silkworms can’t spread,
Humans need silk scarves,
Silkworms multiply in glass houses for production.
Larvae grow into caterpillars,
But are trampled under feet
By people who walk, run, and drive
Ignorant of nature’s beauty.
Whatever happened to the vision of hope?
The gift of faith,
The coadunation found in peace and love,
The ideology of humans understanding humans,
The sacredness of respect.
I know, said the silkworms
Enclosed within their prison gates,
While another bunch of larvae mashes beneath hurried feet,
Or squishes under rubber tires.
The vision of hope is long obliterated,
Said the silkworms.
No, said the butterflies,
It is the loss of faith,
Annihilated.
No, said the silkworms,
The ideology of understanding has turned into variables shades of gray.
Yes, said the butterflies, we agree.
The coadunation found in peace and love cocooned in faith,
Is no longer the sum total of the sacredness of respect.
Shalom aleichem,
Pat Garcia