“Blessed are the peacemakers”

Huge cloud fists assault

The blue exposed bare midriff of sky:

The firmament doubles up in pain.

Lightnings rip and thunders shout;

Mother nature’s children quarrel.

And then, as suddenly as it began,

It’s over, Noah’s heirs, perceptions

Cleansed, look out on a disarmed world

At ease and ozone fragrant. Still waters.

What barometric shift

Rearranged these ferocities

Into a peace-pulsating rainbow

Sign? My enemy turns his other

Cheek; I drop my guard. A mirror

Lake reflects the filtered colors;

Breeze-stirrred pine trees quietly sing.

…from “Holy Luck” …from the book, “Subversive Spirituality” …by Eugene Peterson

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…also from “The Message”: Matthew 5:

You are blessed when you show people how to cooperate instead of compete or fight. That’s when you discover who you really are, and your place in God’s family.