I’ll never forget that autumn day in 1993 when I was walking down Massachusetts Avenue in Washington DC.
The temperature was brisk and I simply enjoyed an acoustic tune by Roch Voisine on my walkman.
Suddenly, I came across a little memorial plaza, close to the Brazilian Embassy. As I got closer, I noticed it paid a tribute to the magnificient Lebanese poet and philosopher Khalil Gibran.
Cast in the marble of the memorial were these words I’ll never forget:
“I love you, my brother, whoever you are
Whether you worship in your church,
Kneel in your temple, or pray in your mosque.
You and I are all children of one faith,
Fingers of the loving hand of one Supreme Being
A hand extended to all.”
It’s great to remember magic moments like this one, that can only happen in solitude.
What’s one of yours?
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