The sounds of bickering, disagreements, anger, rages
All create a cacophony of negative noise
Hurting the ears and soul
But to examine the colors of the peacock
There is peace in knowing
God made the bird from his dirt

And from his dirt
He makes the flower
From his dirt
He makes babies
From his dirt
He will conquer the cacophony of all the demanding voices
This is where all peace rests…

Thank him.
He is the one who will reign forever more
Not; Allister Crowley
Or those who call themselves gods
Use your own damned dirt.

The dirt belongs to God…

Acrylic by Bonnie 2014