The world outside me may be running amok,
but my mind and my heart can remain calm.
A dozen nations, including my own
are creating chaos
rattling their nuclear sabers
engaging troops to some end not clear.
I cannot control them;
I can choose calm within.
I am joined on street or freeway
amid a hundred cars,
each driver seeking to hurry fastest,
aiming toward the next stoplight.
I can arrive there in free passage
If I but remain calm.
In a distant city some tormented man
with or without a cause
grasps a gun, spews a dozen
Lifetimes of bullets into innocents.
I breathe prayers for solace and healing,
but can first choose to be calm.
There may again be a nine-eleven,
a Waco, an Oklahoma City,
some different University
will be savaged by terror,
but tomorrow is not yet here.
I choose to be calm in this day.
The Universe has healed before,
a redwood’s bark only scarred by lightning,
an ocean reclaimed from spewed oil,
new growth inching through volcano’s ash.
Surely calm will one day
be restored to the minds of man.