Bret Hesla ©2011
[written on commission for Faith Mennonite Church, Minneapolis, MN]
Peace peace the morning dew
Every day it falls anew
Dripping from knee-high grass
Brushing those who wander past
Peace perfuming us with spring
Peace that simple joy can bring
Peace, peace, the call we heed
Toward a world of harmony.
Peace the plenty ‘mid the dearth.
Peace the heav’n upon the earth.
Peace that’s shining like the sun.
Would that all could live as one.
Peace peace the fearful prayer
Peace that throngs the public square
Peace the risk to face the power
Peace the wail when bullets shower
Peace the pain we all must bear
Peace the dream we all must share
Peace peace the careful plan
Peace, the firm foundation, stands
Peace the awkward compromise
Peace with those we may despise
Peace beyond our pure intent
Peace the goal to which we bend.
Peace peace the trail that winds
Each new age must seek and find
Born of song, the movement’s thrill
Peace the arc still unfulfilled
Peace the unmet legacy
Peace reborn our journey be promise unfulfilleed
Peace peace the gardner’s toil
Peace the building of the soil
Pece the placing of each seed
Peace the eye that knows the weed
Peace the neighbors sharing tools
Peace the peas we gather new.
Peace, peace the vigil song
By the fact’ries making bombs
Peace the guts to vote “no more”
When the flags are fanning war
Peace the arc from age to age
Born on risks we take each day
Peace, peace, the quite gaze.
Peace the lazy summer days.
Peace the resting damselfly.
Peace the swift who owns the sky.
Peace the song the willow played.
Peace to watch the moment fade.
Peace, peace, the hand of Christ
Healing what the sword has sliced
Peace the hand upending greed
Peace the hand to all in need
Peace the hand with skills to mend.
Peace the hand that we extend.
Performance: Don’t sing all nine verses; choose three or four that lift up themes that fit the moment