Well God,
given the governments that we now have
  I honestly don’t see them turning swords into plowshares
  or spears into pruning hooks,
  or guns into any kind of useful tool.
And it seems to me that if two women are grinding corn or coffee
  both of them are as likely to get taken
  by the fire or the flood or the famine,
  by the soldiers or the gangs.
I would love to go to your house,
  but my understanding is that the plan is for us to make a home here
  for all of your creatures, for all our relations.
So I pray for the peace of Jerusalem,
  and the peace of Gaza,
  and the peace of Kyiv,
  and the peace of Moscow and Washington,
  and a hundred other towns and villages and reservations,
  and Marquette my home town.
I don’t know what time of the day or night you might come,
I’m trying to be ready.

 (Ok, kind of a depressing picture this week - sorry about that.  I wish we lived in a happier time.)