Peacemaker
Peace it is
Easy to walk
Outside in the pouring rain
Wondering what the rush is about
Hurrying people looking as if they all insane
State of craziness
Mistaken for apathy
It is a pity
That all don't enjoy
The still quiet serenity
Of knowing the maker
The peacemaker
Giving himself to us
No need to cuss
Or grow weary
Wondering when change
Will perpetuate itself into being
Closing our eyes and all we are seeing
Is stillness in a darkness
Forgiveness is the smartness
Of a foolish being
Created for relationship
With the maker
The peacemaker
poem by Lindsay Maasdorp
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