Peace

(January 23, 1999)

Speak to me of serenity, of treasures yet to be found, of peace that flows like a river. Tell me of a tranquil place that no hand has marred, no storm has scarred.

Give me visions of standing in sunlight or the feeling of spring mist against my cheek as I live and move and breathe. Show me paths that wind through wild lilies and beds of buttercups. Sing me songs like the mingled voices of wrens and meadowlarks, the lowing of gentle cows, the soft mother-call of a mare to her colt.

Lead me past a glass smooth pond where frogs croak of their coming-out parties, their graduation from frisky tadpoles to squat green frogs.

Find me a place in the sunlight to sit and think and listen to the inner voice that says quietly, "Peace, be still."

If you've had a rough day (or night) re-read, then close your eyes and let peace flow over you.

Peace,

Tawanka