Tuesday, January 7, 2014

On Post (For Peace)

The still of the night is only disturbed by the rush of traffic on my left, and the knowledge of people held behind razor wire on my right. But still there is an eerie peace, albeit false.  How can anyone or anything be at ease in this environment?

My mind wanders beyond this location to be back at home for stillness, rest and peace.  But is it there? I'm a frayed knot.

For amidst the shelter of a roof and protective walls, is a spirit of discord that has arisen from the conflict of every day life.  "My peace I leave with you." He says.  But where?

God grant me the ability to be an instrument of peace wherever I am.  Help me to know what I experience is normal, and peace comes from within, from our Savior.

Whether my surroundings are walls or wire, open air or the presence of others, let your serenity flow through me I pray.

G. Koerner, Jan. 6, 2014, 9pm.

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