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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So great to read this as I take a break from the final packing for our wedding weekend. This is beautifully expressed ~ and I will remember to ask {and accept} the peace that is freely given throughout the weekend!
ReplyDeleteThat's the kind of peace that lets me thrive amidst outward chaos. (Well. Usually "thrive." Occasionally "endure.") ;)
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