When we’re alone
Waves of peace
Pouring over me
Rushing
Rushing through me
I taste your love
Your love is sweet
Enveloping
Enveloping me
In a cocoon of safety
In a bubble of whiteness
Purity
Purity you give me
Washing me clean
No more stains
When we’re alone
Do you have a special place to go where you know you’ll find peace? Maybe it’s somewhere in nature? Or it could be in a crowded mall where nobody knows who you are?
I have a place like that. It’s on my living room couch. Once everybody in my house has had breakfast, gotten dressed, and are ready for the day, I go there to have my morning quiet time. I prepare myself a nice hot cup of coffee, grab my tablet and creativity notebook, close my eyes and enter into that special place where peace floods my being. It’s awesome. It’s cleansing. It’s sacred.
You can’t buy a peace like that. It’s priceless. It’s a peace that passes all understanding. A peace that isn’t dependent on circumstances or surroundings. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
Now back to you. Do you have a special place where you find peace? What does ‘peace’ mean to you? Do you think one can buy peace?
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