May it come like a warm wind, like a gentle breeze, may it come, as soft and deep and tender as a mama's love. like a sweet wave, may it come, rolling across the lands pouring over us all, drenching our souls in its peace and filling our hearts so full with its love that we find ourselves turning, turning toward each other, as with new eyes finding no man who is not our beloved brother, no woman who is not our beloved sister, no child who is not our own cherished one, no living being who is not family to us, and no place we might stand that does not feel like home.