Kingdom of Peace

I sit on the dirt floor. Beetles and grass and grasshoppers and palms and sandwood and moss everywhere.

I breathe and the floor breathes with me.

I inhale and beetles scurry and the grasshoppers leap. The oxygen gave me a pulse. A pulse they feel. A feeling I know.

I exhale and the leaves rustle. A soft thank you from everything green that does not destroy to create. I am humbled to serve.

I am on a throne , here. A true throne. King or Emperor or God. But I do not rule kingdoms or conquer nations or destroy sinners. No, we are in service.

The throne belongs to us who belong to service.

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