At Last

In a far-away country
a Lama
prayed at the edge of the river.
Chanting the ancient mantras
he lifted his brush
and wrote in bold strokes
the word PEACE
on the still waters.

Slowly the lines dissolved,
spread across the lake
and a silver mist arose
covering the land,
all the lands around the world.

The people’s hearts filled
with joy,
church bells began to ring,
monks fell to their knees,
birds’ song rose in a joyous chorus
to the skies,
lions lay down with sheep,
bungs fell silent
and a great stillness came
over the lands:

PEACE had come at last.