The Day of Peace

Once every so often

comes a day –

different –

A day of peace.

A sacrifice accepted.

I am known

to Him.

Like the quiet river as it winds past

The purple pansies dancing in the

Gentle breeze whispering through

The lush forest of mighty oaks as

An eagle boldly soars into

The mountain home, serene and calm

As the quiet river as it winds past…

And so I feel –

on this day –

beautiful –

A day of peace.


 

 

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