Dangerously Astray
Peace is not a word. Not a definition. Not a benediction.
No, Peace was before me and after me she'll reign.
I can't be soo arrogant to think of peace as peace
But thinking and doing make her seem less plain
Peace, I cannot control, no, she'll happen in her way.
While living in the hearts and minds of the ordinary mankind.
And to this keep me from going dangerously astray.
So peace for words for heavens sake I implore
I know I need not seek you for pain of yesteryore.
I see you in the setting sun of sacred hallows that were sung
That you are now, the future, and from you, all was begun.
poem by Brian McBrand
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