The Violence of Want

The door to peace locked.  

For sure.  

And no Man holds the key.  

The door to loss is open wide

By the lack in you and me.  

For hopes are like a falling leaf

From a winter ravaged tree.  

A man rises now to promise peace,

Only fading from view.  

You’ll see.  

Such leaves will fall,

And grow again. 

A trillion hopes will die.  

Why give your dreams 

To someone who

Can’t satisfy you and I?

Wait for God in Christ.  

Be satisfied with “least”.  

Stop pining over what you can’t.  

Call out to He who’s Peace.  



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