To analyse the state of peace,
For some, quite out of reach.
Others need to seek it out,
A different thing for each.
–
It may be found in a church,
Where people pray and sing.
For some it can only be
What the king of kings can bring.
For others, with dreams unfulfilled,
Do their searching at a cost.
Bare the labour of seeking serenity,
And retrieving something lost.
–
Looking into nature’s green,
Or the rolling of a tranquil sea,
Are things that stir a wonder,
That untroubled eyes might see.
–
The trickle of a tumbling stream.
The crackle of a burning log.
The brightening of a rainbow,
Or a slowly fading fog.
–
Is it fear that brings about discord?
Is it wounds that need caressing?
These things that stay and block the way.
Do they require some kind of blessing?
–
How far should it be from normal,
To leave behind all stress?
To seek and find,
Peace, and nothing less.