Peacewalking

His beard was covered in ice crystals
from the cold winter in Canada
He inspired me to become myself
A peacewalker to walk for peace
With a message that peace is in
Inside your own heart and soul
I packed a small nap sack then
Painted a message on my tunic
Peace is possible it said strong
Everyday I walked ten miles long
Across country roads in Ireland
In the north in places of horror
where death and mayhem rained
I walked as a land mine took the
life of an nun and three police
a gentle nun named Catherine Dunne
She was twenty six years old
I was to turn thirty nine soon
Peacewalking is not for fun

Walking till my feet ached sore
and felt like weight of concrete
the sea the sky the earth water
all became so precious to me
the north wind bit my face often
then the sun would come and warm
the people passed me by looking
yes peace is possible I heard
but what about civil rights then
what about the dead then I heard
what about the ones who murdered
what about the ones who bombed
peace is possible is comes from
within and if within pure love
there can be no needless senseless
dying no bombs no guns no violence