The Catherdral of Peace

New metaphors for the presence of peace arise within each
moment to enhance my awareness of the peace that dwells serenely within my
bosom as love. Old men dream dreams of peace, and the study given to making war
is forgotten; a distant memory melting like fog in the early morning light.
Young women draw babies to their breast, suckling them on the milk of peace
flowing sweetly from within them. The peace I am is filled with the abundance
of love; giving of itself with every breath, making my moments a song, lifting
my soul into the everlasting arms of love. This great peace merges my
solitariness into the allness of my Creator God.
Ensconced within this all embracing peace, my heart rejoices
and the little honey bee gives me food to maintain my fullness. The hush of the
ages settle in and around me, as with quiet confidence I enter the heart of the
silence and know myself forever as everlasting peace. I am come to bring peace to
a deserving world. My joy is boundless. I rest in the peace, the love of the
one who made me to live peace. Yes indeed I am Peace!
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