Whose advent we seek in our lives,
Come this day and show us
How to beat our swords into plowshares,
Tools of life instead of instruments of fear.
Of all weapons and strategies of conquest,
Which are not the tools of lovers,
Wise ones and God's children.
Let us not lust for power
But rather strive for the insight
To be guided on the Way of Peace.
That requires a sister's sorrow
Or a brother's shamefaced defeat.
With tears, black suits and dresses
And tolling funeral bells,
Let us attend life's victory parties
That are won at such a cost.
Hammering swords into shovels,
Filling holes and leveling peaks.
Let us be disarmed and vulnerable,
For only through such open hands and hearts
Can Emmanuel come.
