Dear God:

There was a time it seemed
trite,
sentimental,
idealistic
to talk about peace.

The comfortable understand it as a right.
The uncomfortable understand it as a lie.

It is a problem of others in other places
or
a plaintive cry in the night
or
yelled out with a raised fist:

“No justice! No peace!”

When we light this candle, who is lighting it?

When we light this candle, who might we be lighting it for?

Amen.