in the midst of this holiday season, in the midst of recovery, maya angelou’s amazing peace – a true blessing for the world – remains poignant and timely. whatever your culture, whatever your belief, may we all learn to look beyond complexion and see community…with peace may we create a language to translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other…without shyness…without apology…without hesitation…peace.
with gratitude to maya…
amazing peace ~ a christmas poem
thunder rumbles in the mountain passes
and lightening rattles the eaves of our houses.
floodwaters await in our avenues.
snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to
over unprotected villages.
the sky slips low and gray and threatening.
we question ourselves. what have we done to
so affront nature?
we interrogate and worry god.
are you there? are you there, really?
does the covenant you made with us still hold?
into this climate of fear and apprehension,
streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope
and singing carols of forgiveness high up in the
the world is encouraged to come away from
come the way of friendship.
it is the glad season.
thunder ebbs to silence and lightening sleeps
quietly in the corner.
floodwaters recede into memory.
snow becomes a yeilding cushion to aid us
as we make our way to higher ground.
hope is born again in the faces of children.
it rides on the shoulders of our aged as they
walk into their sunsets.
hope spreads around the earth, brightening
even hate, which crouches breeding in
in our joy we think we hear a whisper.
at first it is too soft. then only half heard.
we listen carefully as it gathers strength.
we hear a sweetness.
the word is peace.
it is loud now.
louder than the explosion of bombs.
we tremble at the sound. we are thrilled by
it is what we have hungered for.
not just the absence of war. but true peace.
a harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies.
security for our beloveds and their beloveds.
we clap hands and welcome the peace of
we beckon this good season to wait awhile
we, baptist and buddhist, methodist and
muslim, say come.
come and fill us and our world with your
we, the jew and the jainist, the catholic and
implore you to stay awhile with us
so we may learn by your shimmering light
how to look beyond complexion and see
it is christmas time, a halting of hate time.
on this plaform of peace, we can create a
to translate ourselves to ourselves and to
at this holy instant, we celebrate the birth of
into the great religions of the world.
we jubilate the precious advent of trust.
we shout with glorious tongues the coming
all the earth’s tribes loosen their voices
to celebrate the promise of peace.
we, angels and mortals, believers and
look heavenward and speak the word aloud.
peace. we look at our world and speak the
peace. we look at each other, then into
and we say without shyness or apology or
peace, my brother.
peace, my sister.
peace, my soul.