I want peace

Not the kind of peace that is

Fabricated, constructed or tainted

I want the peace

of the meadow and clear skies

and a river near by

The sort of peace that lets you breathe

or                                         

or, leaves you                            breathless

The peace that politicians can’t

conger up

no matter how many speeches they give

no matter how many sophisticated lies they can tell

I want peace that is magical

Enemies of Pax are carried off

Where it will be explained

That we can all have peace

They can come back

And give hugs instead of wounds 

Hugs instead of words that are like wounds

Hugs instead of words that create wounds

 

I want the kind of peace that people don’t talk about

The one that’s forgotten

The one that has died

At least to them

I believe in resurrection