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“Yearning for Peace” – Honorable Mention, Writer’s Digest Poetry Contest, Spriitual Category, 2011


Yearning for Peace

. . . a creed for Christ-Mass

We believe in the sovereignty of God,
Infinite glory, creation-caressed.

We believe in Jesus the Christ,
Incarnation of Agape-Love,
Peering so profoundly into our souls that
There exists no name for the Spirit-point
In the heart that births God-consciousness.

We believe in the Jewell of Heaven,
Spirit-Holy, Wholly Spirit,
Blessing our lives with heart-song,
Touching our lips with notes of praise.

Christus, Spirit-Son of God-Love,
You have touched that place
Deep within our being
That kindles tears of Hope
And infinitesimal Joy.

 Child of heaven, Infant holy,
Babe-of-Bethle’m blessed –
Though Christ-peace has arrived,
Our heart-cries weep for answers
For Earth-peace yet to come.

 Oh that we could fathom
God’s call to live and to love.

by  Jeanne Smith, McPherson, KS
Honorable Mention
Writers’ Digest Poetry Contest, 2011


2 thoughts on ““Yearning for Peace” – Honorable Mention, Writer’s Digest Poetry Contest, Spriitual Category, 2011

  1. My poem, “Yearning for Peace,” won an Honorable Mention in the Writer’s Digest poetry competition several years ago.

  2. It’s been some time since I’ve composed poetry, as currently my writing has taken a turn toward writing my novel. Entitled “Refugees! A Family’s Search for Freedom and a Church That Helped Them Find It”, this book is one that I wrote some years ago when intimately involved working with our church resettling a family of refugees who escaped from war-torn Vietnam.
    As it turned out, the experience was transformation, not only for our refugee family, but also, for our church family.


    “Refugees! A Family’s Search for Freedom. . .” follows our resettlement over the period of the year that tour refugee family was with us. As they learned English and we were able to communicate, one shock after another arose in our conversations, stories that we in the free world could not even imagine.
    Their escape, for example, was surreal, to the point of terrification. After hearing all that they had been through, we cried with them, agonized with them, approached every government office with them that we could think of to help them piece their lives back together again. Our goal, as it turned out, was to find the baby they were forced to leave behind. Due to friction between our government and the warring factions in their home country, it was 14 more years before that was even a possibility. Needless to say, their heartbreak affected our church profoundly.
    In 2015, on the way home from India, my husband, Herb, and I stopped by Vietnam to get a feel for the country. To our surprise, thousands were in the city to celebrate the Chinese New Year. We expected to see run-down huts, peasant farmers eeking out a living, people begging on street corners, etc., but, instead, the tenor of the masses reflected the celebration.
    There was only one exception, the elderly of the country who had bourn the scars of the war. Many elderly women, wrinkled and worn, trudged down the streets dressed in shabby clothing with a wrap around their shoulders to bask off the chill of the season. Most carried small bags with their ration of market food for the day. I cannot recall even one with a husband by her side. Likely, many of these poor souls were widowed due to the collateral of war.
    Parading the streets of Hanoi that night, fireworks flashed above us. Families with children were dressed to the hilt for the holiday, the past a figment of old people’s dreams. Though the celebration permeated the atmosphere and the country seemed on the mend, knowing what I knew after hearing Bi and Hanh’s story, the scene seemed strangely surreal. Had the heartbreak of yesterday morphed into celebration with the new generation?
    Perhaps so, I thought, and if so, I was happy for their people. With this new generation, their Hope seemed higher for a brighter tomorrow. For their sakes and ours, I pray that Peace will reign on Earth for many years yet to come, both for them and for us.
    Thank you, Bi and Hanh, for opening my eyes and heart to the plight of ‘the other’!

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