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  Up-from-the-grave Third day  Resurrection  Victory. Over sin. Over death. Just  Like That. Death’s dead. Gone.Continue reading “Don’t Cross Peace “