<html aria-label="message body"><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><div dir="auto" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space; font-size: 22px;">Until<br> <br>Until it begins to change,<br>until movie stars no longer attend star studded nights<br>wearing Armani, Gucci, Prada, or Ford,<br>until we are no longer dazzled by Cardinals draped in red,<br>until we stop seeking gold<br>and turn to the brown, dark humus of life,<br>until we return our attention away from what glitters<br>to the soft glow of heads bent in prayer,<br>to the shimmer of tears<br>and the cry of the baby pulled from the rubble<br>that was once her home<br>Until we can get our priorities right,<br>stop spending and craving and dying of greed,<br>we will miss the mark,<br>the reason we are here.<br>We will go on filling our shallow pans with fool’s gold<br>and miss the shine held in our children’s eyes.<br> <br> <br><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>- Marti Watterman</div></body></html>