May peace prevail on earth
Is what we read and why we’re here.
Moce Friede Auf Erden Sein
The words again in our father’s tongue.
The cool wind calls through
While leaves drop like
Golden cluster bombs
And land among the feet of children.
Only here, at our peace pole
We need not fear leaves
Falling from the sky.
We are safe.
Seated in a staggered
And erratic circle,
The cool fall shiver of October.
Soon back to school,
The shiver will be gone,
The thought of cold, evaporated.
But what of peace,
Of thoughts of peace and a world
Of fear and death and destruction
And children shivering the endless
Shiver of poverty
And walking the prosthetic limp
Of the cold remnant of someone else’s’ war?
Will those thoughts evaporate as well?
Will we return to the malaise of every day
And shallow talk and cheap grace?
Light pours down, filtered and soft,
Guiding through the dark night
And out into the dawn.
October 6, 2006
(After Friday peace service at the campus peace pole)