Don’t Cross Peace 

I think

It’s easy 

To imagine peace as

A bare-cheeked cherub 

Strumming ice-cream truck tunes

Outside St. Peter’s door.
But I wonder

If it’s more like

Daniel’s angel,

Warring against the Prince 

Of Persia 21 days.
Or maybe,

It’s an 


Third day 


Over sin.

Over death.




Death’s dead. Gone.


I think that’s the kind

Of peace

That guards our hearts…

In Christ Jesus.
*Phil. 4:7

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Published by Stephaniesninthsuitcase

Hi, there! My name is Stephanie and I’m a Fresno, CA native. After studying at Biola University, I received my MLIS (Masters in Library Science) from San Jose State University. I live with my mom, poet Kimberly Vargas Agnese, and serve as her unofficial agent. We reside at MeadowArc, a food forest in its infancy. I am called to, and passionate about, purity. In fact, the name Agnes means “pure.” Before I was born, my mom felt led to include the name Agnes in her name, and in the names of her children. My full, hyphenated name includes 26 letters (but not the whole alphabet).

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