Grace is just a word
until you really
need it,
and
peace is just a sentiment,
until you
don’t have it.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Grace is just a word
until you really
need it,
and
peace is just a sentiment,
until you
don’t have it.
Now that the world is silent for a moment, may we again hear the cries of the wind, the whispers of the trees, and the cadence of the river, all, and at once, singing the song of their Creator, the source of trembling power and unexpected life.
The hardest won peace was never between nations, among houses, or within families. It has always been the peace that whispers in a human heart, finally, and entirely, at rest with its own nature.
You always
look for peace
in me,
like a gambler
places
another
bet,
certain that
this,
this will be the time,
that hope
outwits
your odds.
May peace reign
and harmony fill the halls;
may our hopes rise
as the glittering snow falls.