Peace passes without understanding
Right over heads of ant-like men and women,
Artists and accountants,
Engineers and exercise junkies,
Construction workers and stay-at-homers.
They go on worrying and working,
Always catching up, forever behind.
Their children, too, scramble
From dawn to dusk, backpacks jostling up and down
As they fly with shoelaces stringing behind.
(Mom stuffed a PB&J in his mouth,
A granola bar in her pocket.
All the while, running, as they do.)
They carry on without knowing
God is great,
The sky is blue,
God is good,
The grass is green.
Let us thank Him for our food,
Peace be still is all we need
To race and rage against the machine.