PEACE

BEHOLD, it comes in might,

The power that is not power,

The light that is in darkness,

The shade in dazzling light.

It is joy that never spoke,

And grief unfelt, profound,

Immortal life unlived,

Eternal death unmourned.

It is not joy nor sorrow,

But that which is between,

It is not night nor morrow,

But that which joins them in.

It is sweet rest in music

And pause in sacred art,

The silence between speaking;

Between the fits of passion

It is the calm of heart.

It is beauty never loved

And love that stands alone;

It is song that lives unsung

And knowledge never known.

It is death between two lives

And lull between two storms,

The void whence rose creation

And that where it returns.

To it the tear-drop goes

To spread the smiling form.

It is the goal of life,

And peace, its only home.