Grant me the peace of knowing
For the knowing is the peace
That all things come home to your hands,
And that you hold them
Safe in eternal being,
Safe in love
Where the love and the being are one.
Here, a scent of flowers
Drifts to the sense
And memory, soft, awakens
Past the rub and the nub of things
To the heart that is waiting, waiting,
In the touch and the breath of its springtime,
Though we walk through all seasons and years.
Time is heavy, heavy,
And mortal shoulders droop,
Done down in the burden of being
Where love feels a little like drowning
And the birdsongs retreat into silence
That falls like the twilight of life
As harsh as the clashing of stones.
Only love can carry
Through the loneliness of our breathing
To the peace on the other side,
Where hope has wings,
And the kiss and the promise are one,
And the peace is forever.