peace has no claim
it is an empty purse
a fearsome enemy
a devastating flood
received like old friends

you cannot decorate with peace
it will shake the very foundations
route out all the rotting timbers

peace is all that is left
when suffering brings you to your senses
no compulsion to succeed
no need for reprisals
just an abiding grace
that illumines the path of healing

oh prodigal sons and daughters of peace
how we long for home
and are cherished when we return

like the love of a spacious heart
like the water in an artesian well,
like those blessed loaves and fishes
draw upon it and it increases

Vancouver, Dec 3, 2006