Is perfect peace found…
In a cloudless sky?
Or could it exist in a hurricane’s eye?
Can it be perceived in the dark of night?
Or better displayed by candlelight?
Is peace our reward, when all work is done?
A prize for the victor, when conflict is won?
A mother feels peace as her child drifts to sleep.
A sailor knows peace where the waters are deep.
The teacher can’t wait ’till the final bell rings.
The hiker knows peace when the morning birds sing.
The judge proclaims peace when the last word is said.
The waitress will say it’s when everyone’s fed.
The busy store clerk awaits Christmas Eve.
A harried host smiles after everyone leaves.
Kept by those
whose trust grows
in the Rock of Ages.