Now is the time for symphonies,
For sounds so complete in beauty and light
That tears and prayers can be heard in one note.
Sing until your voice breaks, and keep singing,
Even when it hurts and no one likes your words.
Because you are important, and so am I,
And our voices are like violins,
Like novels, drums, and birds,
Let us fill the air with stereophonic love.
Let us make the world safer than it is now,
And let us do so with peace.
Because we are the makers and the stars are our audience,
Blinking down on us and sending love notes in the night,
And the moon, like a mother,
Sends out light in the dark so we can continue to write,
To paint our dreams on the sidewalks and our sleeves.
Because now is the time for painting.
Use the brightest shades and as many colors as you can create,
Soft and wild brushstrokes, wide sweeps of your hands
Across surfaces that once were blank, were empty.
Paint flowers on your face and smile until the sun comes back.
And look up. Remember that the stars are with us.
Look forward. Even in the night there is the moon.
And start building. Use what you have.
Use love, use peace.
Sketch the future on scrap paper,
Outline the architecture of the next generation
Where there will be no hatred,
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