The one thing we long for,
we must have to give freely.
It's forms: intricately designed and distinct.
It descends in moments of despair,
enveloping you, lifting you, sustaining you.
It permeates in moments of joy,
deepening the moment; strengthening faith, hope.
How often have prayed for it:
how quickly it has been granted.
It has been my armor, strength
in all that I have endured.
In the moments of quiet meditation
I pray that I can be
an instrument of peace to those
who look for strength, hope, sustenance;
and that the peace I find within
is always there, given freely, abundantly.
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