Tammy Nuzzo-Morgan, Long Island
If I could offer drops of faith to fill your endless need
I would open all my salty rivers, let them flow into your desert
If I could wrap our eyes in memories of peace
I would blind us both, blessed to grope
If I could morph these bloodied arms
into armored wings I would carry us up
Allow us just a bit of space to breathe,
see more than the battle field
Know more than the sound of the fire fight,
the smell of hope incinerating