"Perhaps the greatest impediment to peace is a failure of nerve, a lack of imagination. What if we could hear the echo in the human heart of a vision which haunts and lures us - a vision which is the true source of life and its goal - a vision of deeper communion... The Australian poet, Kevin Hart, has written a little Haiku poem:
Each day forces us
to totter on planks we hope
will become bridges
Those planks don't seem much; for some they won't be enough. Of course this little poem lacks the rhetoric of the quick fix, the easy answer. But the "planks we hope will become bridges" are real, and small, and within our grasp, and this image exposes an inner stubbornness, a resolute willingness to be captured by something more. Our future is beckoning, and it shapes us even more than our past.
Is it possible to let go of the self-defeating parables we too often tell ourselves, and to live out of and into the vision of a deeper communion?"
- Philip Carter
So I've taken personal solace in this, despite its call for a deeper unification of collective desire.. sight to see the now, vision to see the future and the will to see their seams.