The Gospel of  Peace

I love the Word.

I am not talking about vocabularies,

though I love those, too.

No, I mean I love the Word of God,

Scripture made flesh,

flesh made into sacrifice

for my redemption and yours.

When I feel the fabric of the carpet

against my knees, I know

I am reaching out and touching

Someone not just greater than I,

but someone who loves more,

cares more, gives more grace,

shows more mercy

than I ever will.

If I could only keep my feet

shod with the preparation

of the gospel of peace

all of my waking hours,

then I would leave footprints

of peace wherever I go.

Then, I, too, would care more,

grace more, and mercy more

than I ever have before.