Proclamation - Kim Stafford
Whereas the world is a house on fire, Whereas the nations are filled with shouting, Whereas hope seems small, sometimes a single bird on a wire left by migration behind. Whereas kindness is seldom in the news and peace an abstraction while war is real; Whereas words are all I have, Whereas my life is short, Whereas I am afraid; Whereas I am free- despite all fire and anger and fear; Be it therefore resolved a song shall be my calling - a song not yet made shall be vocation and peaceful words the work of my remaining days.