The Measurement of Peace

I am retiring a few poems from my send-out book. They may not be bad poems (or baaaad poems), but I won't be sending them out any longer. This one is from my peace-postcard file, written in February of 2016.







The Measurement of Peace 

I am reading the book of Exodus
in the old Testament, all those measurements
for the Ark of the Covenant--
and asked to write a few lines about peace,
I imagine its dimensions, how deep it is
and how long, what it will hold, what can sit
on the Mercy Seat, who will pick it up
and carry it slowly, processionally,
dancing into our future.