When the world feels the precipice of uncertainty and choas
Bring your peace.

As we notice life's edges creeping closer
Bring your peace.

When empathetic hearts feel the weight of crying children, and lost mothers
Bring your peace. 

As the weapons of war sound their violent rage
Bring your peace.

When we stop to notice and grab a slither of what is beautiful,
May we know your peace.

God where the all seems like it might slip through our fingers
​May your peace catch what we miss.

I live on the lands of the Bundjalung Nation.  Their ancestors held sovereignty for many thousands of years.  British settlers took the land away and robbed the people of their culture, connection, customs and country.  I pay my respects to the elders of the past, and those who are the elders today.  I commit to working for justice, to building a better understanding of the painful stories and the impacts known today.  I stand for the lives of all to hold dignity, respect and honour as people created in the image of God - of Creator Spirit.  May we work and walk together as First and Second Peoples.