Again this time of year, we speak of peace
in phrases that politely hide our fears.
We wrap our homes in light of our making,
put plastic on the lawn, bring trees inside,
seeking sacred space in precious customs.
Expectantly shopping, scrubbing, singing,
we make our preparations once again.
Rushing to revere your life among us,
We forget you came to meet our great need.
We overlook our desperate condition
that brought you into time’s wretched domain
to turn enemies to unworthy friends
and human hands to instruments of God.
We are just dying here for peace on earth,
And we keep asking it of each other,
Forgetting violence is close at hand,
forgetting we play host to death itself;
nurse hatred, cruelty, murder in our hearts.
Great Prince, make peace among us your own way.
Save us from believing we can save us.
© 2015 Amy Simpson.