The Pace of Peace
The Pace of Peace
Br-a-a-a-a-a-ang! Goes my morning clock!
And from my bed, I flew.
Off goes the sheets and into the shower...
brush my teeth, and eat...
I better hurry, I have only a half hour!
And in my car, I race...
through the stop sign...
and onto the highway at a record pace.
Past this car, and that car I flew.
Take the next off-ramp...
and fly down the avenue.
I only have ten minutes to eight,
hunting for a parking space,
hurrying around the UPS truck, I can't wait!
And then... it happened.
A bicycle messenger pulled out...
I slammed on my breaks... just a reaction... no time to be frightened.
But we collided, as I heard his cry "Watch out!"
As if time had stopped, I saw him sail,
over my hood, I heard him wail.
Oh! Dear Lord, do I have time to pray.
God save me!
God save him!
Dear Lord, why today!?
Had I laid my head to rest...
and put You before all and not to the test,
I would not be here, and this way.
Now I sit, in my prison chamber.
The events I replay...
and oh how I wish I could not remember,
that fateful day.
But now, here I sit, day after day...
with all the time I need to pray...
and wished I lived, not for the most, but for the least,
in prayerful harmony...
at the pace of peace.
by Martin Braun
August 22, 2023
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