I don't know how to give you peace
how to heal your wounds, make your
scars disappear,

I don't know how to ride the wild wind today,
form the sun from this blood-wet clay I hold
in my hands,

O Israel!
O Palestine!

You were radiant then, in your olive groves--
your loaves of bread broken in friendship
your fish bountiful, unspared

I don't know how to carry a cross
across the ocean,

your exodus of narrow streets, black veils of
mourning,
our tears filled with Gethsemane,
I don't know how to scrape fear from the bottom
of my begging bowl,
I don't know how to summon the dove of peace~~
find that far land time has forgotten,
needing no amends.

Shalom.
Salaam.
Peace.