'Buttadeus' (The Peace Of God) Poem by William Samuel Johnson

Brothers, believe this truth; that whoso prays
As prayed the Master; whoso fashions his heart
By wonder and worship and immortal dreams
To a gift meet for Godhead; whoso yearns
To lose his self in Self's infinitude -
The pure Shechinah in his soul shall dwell
As in the Master's. And every man on earth
May live as he, wrapt in the Spirit Divine,
The Fatherhood whose sons are all that love;
And, living so, shall year by happy year,
And life by life, and light by mystic light,
Up to the mount of self's last Calvary,
Know that which passeth understanding - Peace!
Vast, palpitating, breathed and breathing - Peace!


Hate wrong! Slay wrong! else mercy, justice, truth,
Freedom and faith, shall die for humankind -
Slay! that His Law may live! But, having slain,
O seek the quiet places in your souls,
The lonely shore of your Gennesaret,
Your Mount of Olives, your Gethsemane,
Where waits the Peace of God.