A visual song of Psalm 46:8-9
All is quiet and green.
Places of haunting in ever-singing silence.
Sweetly flows the simple notes of bird and the bleat of lambs.
A bare hillside, once covered in blood
Now submerged under a froth of green grass,
Chestnut trees fringed about the summit,
A crown of glory for a new kingdom.
A silence that beckons, does not frighten, but all is increased.
The senses flooded in hope are now renewed
And the threat of a night terror is gone.
There is no memory of blunting tools,
axes and bows, swords and shields
The instruments of torture and pain and wounding.
All dissolved in a deep brown crust
And turned to green and mirth.
Birds and beasts sing a chorus to the other,
The lands joins on a deep bass note
All beckoning the master of their new fate,
a victory-song to the Stilling One,
Whose peace make quiet the anger
Whose joy brings laughter forever.