Thought
To hills I went for peace of mind,
Leaving noisy world behind,
But biting cold was no comfort,
Causing skin to crack and hurt.
To caves for stay of calm I went,
To meditate, reflect, repent,
But past ghosts came to haunt,
Disturbing feelings came to taunt.
To church and shrine I went and sat
Lighting wicks for this and that
But thoughts raced not settled down,
And quietude those voices drown.
Then in moment poise and pause,
I saw that peace was not outdoors.
Wherever I went with me I carried
That peace under waves was buried.
Prayer
O Lord of supreme harmony and poise let me sink down deeply into Thee – that peace that does pass all understanding and that stands firm emanating waves of Thy glory; there to beam and transform.
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