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THE PEACEMAKERS...


The group of children that ride their bikes and walk about the Vineyard neighborhood area have from time to time stopped by the garage or the garden to have a chat, to ask me how I am doing, it is always nice to see the youthful spirit and its spirited romp with nothing particular in mind to do but simply be. We adults should have always remembered, but... I am terrible with names so I thought I'd give them a name for the group and call them each the derivative of the group name. After much deliberating and laughter about certain names the children grew restless and decided to leave it to Me, this middle age man that some have called teacher, to which I am certainly not worthy, but be that as it may, they were all sitting in one of the driveways and it came to me what I would call them, The Peacemakers!

They loved the idea and so it is, The Peacemakers, I mean, do we not want the child to represent what we adults need? I think it is best to imagine that it is so, and so it is.

It is indeed a beautiful circle we walk around on, or ride our bikes around on, and I figure it is best to learn from the child before we learn anything else from we adults, they have the gift of Love nearer to their birth than We, they have no boundaries too great or that they feel is not theirs to have, they are free, nearer to freedom than our adult laws and contrivances that bring us nothing of ourselves really, so why not let them see you and themselves as Peacemakers, it beats the alternative hands down. Why I prefer the Peace sign to all others.

Bless you and bless the children for they will be Peacemakers and we will follow.

Peace & Love

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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