As Dom Helder started to speak about the poor, he choked up and could not continue. The bags under his eyes filled up like fountains and the tears ran down his wrinkled face. For five minutes he could not speak. His mouth twitched every now and then, and we hoped he might be able to continue. We waited in rapt attention for him to express what he was trying to say, but he could not. The memory of the destitute and the realization of their desperate plight left him with just one response: tears.
And,
may we consistently choose the single goal of peace
rather than multiple goals that lead to conflict;
may we continue to practice forgiveness;
may we recognize that we are united as one Self and illuminate the world with the light of Love that shines through us;
may we awaken to the knowledge that the essence of
our being is Love, and, as such, we are the light
of the world.