Even a long-awaited guest

can overstay,

outlast its best,

turn yea to nay.

What I totally failed to see

until peace came

to live with me

( not passing blame,

’cause who would know? ) that peace can lull

and be a bore.

A time to cull,

show peace the door?

                                                         JDG

We live, conditioned to tension and stress, longing for peace.  Yet, when peace does come,  we can mistake its calm for flatness and stir things up again just to get that old adrenalin rush often associated with vitality. This poem was written to acknowledge this temptation.  With time and openness maybe we can come to see that  peace has a vitality all its own.