Prairie path

Mine is to stand on the edges, offer refuge, if only for a time. Up or down the prairie path the Crusades continue. May peace be found, however it grows. True peace. That which grows, even in cold and ice.

I work up the prairie path

Or is it down

From what feels

Like the Crusades?

I work to keep

My own house in order.

May others walk up

Or down the path,

Reach whatever refuge

I might offer;

Find whatever peace

Is elsewhere.

May they return

Holding the peace

That passes all understanding

In open hands.

May they return,

Let peace trickle

Through their fingers.

May that peace root,

Maybe even sprout

In the snow.