Peace of Advent - As If for the Very First Time (a poem)
Peace is
more than a comforting platitude.
Peace is
more than a careless valediction at the close of correspondence.
Peace is
more than a holiday card covered in glitter.
Peace is
more than twinkling lights of red and green.
Peace is
more than a well worn symbol on a threadbare tie-dyed t-shirt.
Peace is
more than two fingers lifted skyward.
Peace is
more than something that should be given a chance.
Peace changes
everything.
Peace turns
all we once thought we knew so well downside up.
Peace shatters
silence brokered by the intimidating agents of violence.
Peace awakens
visions of what might be in the minds of young women and young men.
Peace mends
fiercely divided lives and fractured existence.
Peace proclaims
hope of a different way than the status quo.
Peace births
wholeness, shalom where once there was only splintered pieces.
Peace is
the avenue where steadfast love and faithfulness meet as long lost friends.
Peace is
the lingering taste on the lips when justice and completeness kiss.
Peace is
faithfulness springing fresh from the ground long quieted by winter's sleep.
Peace is
righteousness peering through the cracks of the heavy grey clouds.
Peace is
that in which we have dared to hope even in the most dire of circumstances.
Peace is
the seldom traveled pathway of full restoration.
Peace is
the advent of all things made new as if for the very first time.
-- bshivers
more than a comforting platitude.
Peace is
more than a careless valediction at the close of correspondence.
Peace is
more than a holiday card covered in glitter.
Peace is
more than twinkling lights of red and green.
Peace is
more than a well worn symbol on a threadbare tie-dyed t-shirt.
Peace is
more than two fingers lifted skyward.
Peace is
more than something that should be given a chance.
Peace changes
everything.
Peace turns
all we once thought we knew so well downside up.
Peace shatters
silence brokered by the intimidating agents of violence.
Peace awakens
visions of what might be in the minds of young women and young men.
Peace mends
fiercely divided lives and fractured existence.
Peace proclaims
hope of a different way than the status quo.
Peace births
wholeness, shalom where once there was only splintered pieces.
Peace is
the avenue where steadfast love and faithfulness meet as long lost friends.
Peace is
the lingering taste on the lips when justice and completeness kiss.
Peace is
faithfulness springing fresh from the ground long quieted by winter's sleep.
Peace is
righteousness peering through the cracks of the heavy grey clouds.
Peace is
that in which we have dared to hope even in the most dire of circumstances.
Peace is
the seldom traveled pathway of full restoration.
Peace is
the advent of all things made new as if for the very first time.
-- bshivers
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