I had hoped to post over the weekend but events caught up with me and I spent very little time at the computer.
Here is a story that I found years ago and which struck me deeply and I thought I would share it with you today. As individuals we could be the voice that makes the difference…..
“Tell me, what does a snowflake weigh?” said the Crested Jay to the Pigeon.
“Next to nothing,” was the reply. “In that case I have a wondrous story to tell you,” said the Crested Jay.
“I was sitting on the branch of a fir tree one day, quite close to the trunk, when it began to snow. It didn’t fall violently, like in a wild storm, no, but rather as a dream, soundlessly and weightlessly. Since I had nothing better to do, I counted the snowflakes which came to rest on the twigs and needles of my branch. There were exactly 3,741,952 of them. When the three million seven hundred and forty one thousand, nine hundred and fifty third flake fell- as you say, a mere nothing- the branch broke.” And so saying, she flew off.
The Pigeon, a specialist in such matters since way back when Noah built his ark, reflected briefly and then said to herself, “Perhaps it would take only a single extra person’s voice for there to be peace on Earth.”
Taken from: New Fables -Thus spake the Marabou, by Kurt Kauter
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