May there be water in the desert.
May there be reconciliation at the end,
Of hatred's long arm.

May struggle give way to relenting,
And the wind of soft long breaths flow over the land.

May those hearts locked tight in rebellion,
Loosen and open.

Let it be understood that there is no music like silence,
No prayer as good as an aware breath.
No buildings like God's mountains,
No culture like respect and help between humans.