Waves do not compete.
In the least of lives moves
something startling, fond,
that cannot lose, that does not seek to win—
something that succeeds
as waves succeed in blossoming on the sand . . .
It only happens when you're making peace.
A bright, unhurried wave then crests in Christ—
effortlessly breaks within.
Its fall is sweet:
it cleanses thought from fear, rendering
rivalry irrelevant,
failure obsolete.
It is the power of Truth as you make peace.
Let rhetoric strut.
Keep a low profile.
Making peace is not to pacify.
Making peace is using the force of the meek,
is cherishing your brother's
diversity—and daring
to draw out caring in your enemy.
And as you do, Christ's wave breaks on your shore.
As you make peace, God shapes your destiny.
Such peace you cannot lose;
such peace you cannot win:
such peace you only make
peace. . . .
