THINKING OF PEACE
When one thinks of peace, what scene comes to mind,
Some sweet meadow with flowers and there find
A place to sit beneath an old weeping willow tree,
And of all worldly sounds and troubles be quite free.
Or a country cottage with a garden in sunsets’s glow,
Lights in the windows shining as folks homeward go,
Imagining the peace that the home to all will bring,
Yes, that’s a picture of peace to make the heart sing.
A quiet lake with water lilies, a gentle water fall,
A soft breeze blowing, and the loons haunting call,
The tall pines like guardians keeping noise away,
A place where you want to stay every single day.
What about a busy city, hustle and bustle all around,
Could you say that there peace could ever be found?
There in a park I heard the cooing of a turtle dove,
Calling in peace and love to her close by true love.
At the roar of the battle front where people have to die,
Surely in this place, could peace be found? any sweet cry
To deaden the din of war, yet what did I hear in the sky,
The song of the lark sending her evening prayer up high.
We can find peace anywhere as long as we earnestly seek,
Peace is a state of mind, found by the humble and meek,
So describe any place you like or paint a picture fare,
And those who love the Lord will find sweet peace there.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson February 12, 2003