They shot around words and ideas
like they were the enemy
instead of the tools of the enemy.
Others dodged bullets and called
for fairness and a fight.
They called for “justice for all”
and liberty now and here,
unaware that they’d have it
if they’d just shut up.

I watched and smiled – and cried –
because I felt like I was on the other side
and in the hand of peace,
still sad to know that they thought
it was all about the fight.
But maybe I was still in the fight.
I didn’t know because everything
was just so loud.

I told myself I was on the safe shore now –
the dangerous one –
where we take the hits and speak love
and all for the glory of God.

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