The world is waking. The sun tints the eastern sky in rose and gold. Noisy engines cut through the silence, drowning the gentler twitter of songbirds. The more raucous crows join the competition, punctuated by quacking ducks and a blaring stereo.
I long for the quiet places.
A famous painting titled, Peace, depicts a tree standing alongside a roaring waterfall, holding a nesting bird. It is the perfect depiction.
Our peace is in our hearts, not in the world. With your help, Lord, I can sit beside the gurgling brook in spite of the world’s noise, if I will only remember where true peace resides. Amen