Gracious

 Cut off once again, anger flaring, tempers blaring.

Peace on earth seems far away.

Accords fall, the mighty are looked on with favor.

Blast them into the ground, but violence is answered.

Remember the words, those old ones where everything

Is once again turned on its head?

Those who have not, have. Those who see peace, find it.

Those who think might wins are proved wrong.

Sit and listen to the sounds, a birds cry amidst the noise.

The eagle flying, soaring high, the quiet sound of wind.

We are here but a moment, so listen to the promise.

Listen and make them live, in us, in one another.

Sprinkled with grace.