Atrocities go on—murder, rape, torture, mayhem—
but flowers still bloom
in this world of proud, proud men

Who glorify war
and laud violence
and keep playing with guns
Until all of us are dead

War has a way of tracking you down
No matter where you hide or how you guard yourself,
it will find you and take what you think is yours—
a brother, a son, a father, a friend,
a bit of the peace and safety you thought to enjoy.

“But our cause is righteous!” we cry.
We must fight on.
No peace so long as they—

Thus we make our peace
Depend on others
While we long for the very thing we push away.

Into this world comes this proclamation:
“The kingdom of heaven
Is at your elbow.”
Grab it while you can.