An ill found peace disturbed the quiet
the room was locked and shuttered.
The Christ himself had now appeared,
a wind-blown candle guttered.
His words, a knife, cut through their fear,
anticipation shaken,
no more condemned, a word of peace,
was quietly, surely spoken.
Yet fear and doubt conspired to foil
what joy might sweep a nation,
such peace as might spread through the world
to shatter consternation.
And so he breathed those words again,
that peace might sign acceptance
of those who had denied their Lord
and now feared his rejection.
The sign he gave, he loved them still,
a lasting affirmation,
that those who loved would do his will,
until love's consummation.
Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
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Metre: 8 7 8 7
Tune: DOMINUS REGIT ME
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