Peace to You, a poem
Peace to You
You think there were no angels in the sky that night.
You think there was no star that shone so bright.
You think that Mary spun a yarn,
You think that Joseph bought it.
You think no wise men broke the news.
You don’t think Herod fought it.
The news is good.
The joy is great.
A family waits.
You think that life’s not fair when you look around.
You think that if there was a God his morals are unsound.
You think religion’s for the weak.
You think faith a delusion.
You think the world is
The way you think the world is.
Glory to God.
Peace to the Earth.
To human birth.
You think it couldn’t happen and if it did it failed.
You think that God as one of us would surely have prevailed.
You think that God would sort it out.
You think he’d cure diseases.
You think he’d stop injustices
If he did just as he pleases.
A rescue promised.
A people waiting.
The shepherds ran.
You think that things are clearly wrong. .
You think the world is broken.
You think that rights are being denied.
You think God should have spoken.
You think the poor should be upheld.
The stranger should be greeted.
You think the world should live in peace.
You think the sick need treated.
You walk behind the shepherds to the baby in the hay.
You peer inside the shelter to see just where he lay.
You see a sleeping child.
You wonder if he’s God.
You know the way the story goes.
You wonder if it’s fraud.
You know the child is born to die.
You know this is unjust.
You know he came to cleanse and heal.
You know he calls for trust.
You know the claims that will be made.
You know what others say.
You know that people find
He is the truth, the life the way.
“To us a child is born.
To us a Son is given.
He will be called:
Prince of Peace.”
In a tiny child.
With the human world.