"Nothing more than nothing," the dove answered."In that case I must tell you a marvelous story," the coalmouse said. "I sat on a fir branch close to the trunk when it began to snow. Not heavily, not in a raging blizzard. No, just like in a dream, without any violence at all. Since I didn't have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles of my branch. Their number was exactly 3,471,952. When the next snowflake dropped onto the branch-nothing more than nothing-as you say-the branch broke off."
Having said that, the coalmouse ran away.
The dove, since Noah's time an authority on peace, thought about the story for a while. Finally, she said to herself, "Perhaps there is only one person's voice lacking for peace to come to the world."
I'm wondering - do we react to peacemaking in the same way we've reacted to the snow? With enthusiasm for a while, but finding the effort and sheer hard work tedious after a while.
World governments are not giving a lead and that makes it all the harder to believe that peace can ever be realised. There's more than one voice lacking but don't let it be ours.