There’s my Peace: rising with the sun
and kissing my face on the breeze.
There’s my Peace: laughing in conversation
and warming hands with mugs of hot tea.
There’s my Peace: standing in determined solidarity
and raising her fist against the pressures of hell.
There’s my Peace: walking when there’s no strength to run
and blooming before the calendar turns to spring.
There’s my Peace: She has not stopped shining and
showing up, though tears blurred my vision.
There’s my Peace: She knows the playbook of every lullaby
and every rallying cry to embolden my spirit.
There’s my Peace: and at her side is Joy
and together we are unafraid.
on John 15:27