Peace Is in Our Hands
Where there was no wine
There was you
And you said "drink,"
And there it was startling and sweet.
And where there was no bread
There was you
And you said "touch"
And there we were
Our hands looking like yours.
And where there is no peace
There is you
And you say "Lay down your arms"
And here we are
Holding one another
In loving embrace.
Peace is in our hands.
— Jan Richardson, God Has No Religion by Frances Sheridan Goulart, editor