By Ron Faust
Far into the distant trail
Is a place to rest my weariness
But I’m not there yet
And I struggle through every pain
To wonder if I will ever see peace,
Not as in the fantasy of my desires
Where a soft breeze flutters upon the leaves
And warm sun streaks across the grass
And pools of water remain glassy–eyed
But a peace that lights up the darkness
And one that faces into the real specter
Of frightening monsters as humongous
As the nuclear weapons industry’s
Death-defying billion-dollar missiles
Or a peace that will resolve the battle
Of nuclear explosions that fire up your eyes
With vivid red blood splattered everywhere
And which leaves you limp but shocked,
Shaken to the core in convulsions of war,
Such a peace is far along the trail,
To wonder when we can ever rest again,
And rub out the diameters of separation
To redraw the lines into one big circle,
Erasing the sides and including everyone –
Blacks, browns, tan, yellow, red and white,
Lambs, wolves, lion and child – all creatures
Of a living peace that respects and loves
That no longer needs the violence of insurrection
Where the chaos turns into creation
Where we embrace energies of hope
And we are no longer tired, just loved
So what can the resistance of a few peacemakers do
Not knowing that they are peacemakers?
But no matter, the unseen waves of their actions
May just be what saves the world from itself.
Written 2/25/21
