“Peace is not the absence of conflict, but the presence of God.” ~ a gift from my sister
The baby sleeps;
the kids play with ease;
they imagine monsters,
forget which of them is in charge,
and create a land with milk and honey flowing.
Peace is easy.
The clashing comes with tears
pouring and screams
piercing. They pull, butt heads,
reach for leadership
and keep on screeching.
Peace is invisible.
The prayers do not cease;
we give thanks even for these moments,
it taking every fiber of our being,
but we find peace beneath the peel
of our arrogance, in the pith of our purpose.
Peace is God’s.