Is it so wrong to speak only of peace?
It is not for the weak, for the sinners
mock the dove knowing this world all
too well; but if we are not of the law,
can we instead be the peacemakers?
We walk in the light that we choose;
your own shame is the darkness that
shrouds the path; but of what; the
judgment of man or a promise that
was made in vain?
There is no wall we cannot breach
and no sharp tongue that cannot be
rebuked; have we gone mad because
the people move towards the fire we
lit to burn beneath their feet?
Is it a man who has everything that
is most faithful or he who has nothing
except pain; is it only despair that
believes or grateful riches and luck?
Who can answer except silent graves