Peace

Don’t always know it

Often times don’t understand

How something so quiet

Can slip so quickly through my hands


You say be still, Lord

I never really tried

Until in the darkness

I was desperate and I cried


Still find it elusive

Wonder some days 

if it will ever come

Yet in the whispering wind

I feel a touch 

of what you’ve begun


Inside my chest

When I find rest

I know it comes 

From nowhere else 


Peace isn’t a potion

Or some passing fantasy

It rests in the midst of trouble

Helping us to see

That even when the struggle 

rises up ahead

You open your arms

And say

“Pick me instead


I will steady the ship

I will calm the storm

I will shelter your spirit

When you’re weary and worn


I am here

All you have to do

Is call out my name 

I have loved you

From the very first day


I remain”


Breath starts to flow

Shedding tears

Letting go


Peace 

Comes 

In the midst

Of the storm.



02/13/26

clc



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