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September 17, 2020
Dear Friends,
In honor and celebration of The International Day of Peace, Thomas P. Bonacci, C.P., is sharing a daily reflection from various sources from September 11 to September 21, 2020. Today is Day 7 of those reflections. If you missed some of the reflections, you can find them on our website (under Blogs),
“The International Day of Peace was established in 1981 by the United Nations General Assembly. Two decades later, in 2001, the General Assembly unanimously voted to designate the Day as a period of non-violence and cease-fire. The United Nations invites all nations and people to honour a cessation of hostilities during the Day, and to otherwise commemorate the Day through education and public awareness on issues related to peace.” 
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Eleven Days of Peace: Day 7
Celebrating The International Day of Peace
Live Simply So Others May Simply Live!


Too much is not enough
I am driven to think I need more
To be a better person
To be more authentic
To be acceptable to others
My too much is never enough
I feel buried alive in what I don’t need
And unfulfilled in what I long for
And then I met my friend on a street
Drinking tea in an abandoned storefront
He looked at me as if I were in need of something
My too much was never enough
My too much blinded me from the simplicity of a cup of tea
The stranger opens a doorway in my heart
Offering me tea in his home made of cardboard
Never did weak tea ever taste so bold
How could he be so generous with his poverty
How could I have been so greedy with my richness
The “poor” man in the abandoned doorway
Shared with me his not enough
Unlocking the shut door of my too much
Peace is born when we live simply.
I will no longer be possessed by my belongings.
Do I have enough “stuff” to open a store?
I will divest myself of things so I might live simply.
I will share what I have so others may simply live.
I will remember I am not what I own.
Everything is borrowed anyway.