Peace is in the flutter of the
leaf as it sails deep into the wind-
peace is under the shade of the oak tree
in August,
and within the ray of sunlight in January-
it’s in the moment that we make
amends with the past,
and it rests in the contentment of the present-
peace is the gift opened by those brave souls,
those with guts enough to recognize it-
peace is the soul of every smile,
every sigh,
every amiable touch-
it is a gift for the courageous,
earned by spreading wings amid
typhoons,
and navigating oceans with closed eyes-
we are all blind to the next step-
that’s just life-
finding comfort in that mystery is
peace*