This poem is about, well, peace.
In Pacem
It needs the plumb of prayerful peace to sound the depths of the soul
Whose song is silence to the unwary one
That seeks to drown it deep beneath the deluge
Of business and bother, buying and selling,
Never telling its ways in wonder
Or weeping for its woes in kind compassion.
Some space must be spared the spirit to spiral,
To dance in time to timeless truth,
To feel its fell wounds and to seek their succour,
And to walk a while where love will surely lead.
Deo gloria! Deo gratias!
Until Eternity Is Now! 