Sometimes I think we have a misplaced understanding of what peace is about. I don’t think we get that peace is often found in the midst of turmoil and uncertainty.
Peace
Peace isn’t knowing the way,
It sometimes starts with,
The invitation to walk on water,
When the storm is blowing a gale,
And, I don’t know why I am here,
But, the outstretched hand,
Touching mine,
Calms my fears,
When I hear the words,
That comes from the voice of peace,
That calms the storm with a word,
I curl up and rest my tired body,
Peace starts,
With silence and ears prepared to listen,
A will that says no to the easy options,
My heart prepared to wait,
Trusting the question,
Not the obvious answer,
Allowing wisdom to do his work,
Resting in his time and way.
