Our Golden Hour

We might drink of the cup of peace,

in this maelstrom of fear, lies unfurled.

We could do so simply, with ease,

disregarding the thoughts now hurled,

drink to peaceful change in the world.

Some say there’s too much fear there,

that we have no chance,

no hope, not a prayer.

I say we can, in fact we must, please.

We might drink of the cup of peace.

Some say we have to do something,

fight back in this frightened world.

I say we should all

find an anchor

in this maelstrom of fear, lies unfurled.

Some say there’s too much anger,

too much worry and danger,

too many obstacles to peace.

I say, of course it looks impossible, but

we could do so simply, with ease.

Some say we answer in kind,

those who seem out of their minds.

I say just let them rant,

with their nevers, their nonsense, their can’ts,

disregarding the thoughts now hurled.

Some say there is no answer,

no sane response which flows.

I say simply put nothing on the bar

but your elbows,

drink to peaceful change in the world.