The Peacemaker
Complains not
Has no resentment
Nor is caught
By many-eyed spiders
Spinning webs of deceit
For those who might fall
Conceding defeat
No escape or attack
She forgives not forgets
The deluded disciples
Of hates and frets
She stays under the wing
Of the dove in De Light
Her aura most Divine
Unrequited to spite
Christ is still on a mission
Wipes scales from the eye
Of every Believer
Who questions not why
This Life be but Death
A Great Serenity Prayer
The ultimate journey
The Victor’s career
She’ll don no mask
But her armor is known
By the Enemy of Love
The money-fed Drone
When he stands accountable
With a flaccid forked tongue
All dissension shall cease
And Thy Kingdom come.
Ciera S. Louise c. 05/07/05