Poem: Peace

Peace is given from one immortal soul,
Its reaching one’s everlasting goal.
Choosing to weak and have power,
Than to be strong and be a delicate flower.
A turtle dove reposing on a tree,
The peace I feel, when God’s strength rest upon me.
It comes when war is over and freedom roars,
The red, white and blue; old glory soars.
A family, a nation living in one accord,
A rested soul that sleeps in the lord.
Silence in the quietness of open field,
Feeling protection in ones inner shield..
Kneeling at the Altar to pray,
Going to church on the Lord’s day.
A calming effect on a inner core,
To fight the fight, challenges gone forever more.