What a complicated word because people don’t want to do anything.  In a sense, shouldn’t that be peace with everybody sitting around doing nothing?  What would you call it if they all got up at once and decided to do something?  Could you imagine the commotion?  What would we call this article?

But in the midst of peace we find the world at war.  Man goes to war to have peace and he wars in a time of peace.  That’s why the nations are falling apart and everyone wonders why there’s no peace upon earth.  Perhaps if we run into the jungle like the First Nation people used to live, somewhat like we try to do on the weekends at the cottage.  “We’re going to go and rough it out!”  It sounds like pit bull territory.  Colour TV in the bedroom at the cottage, satellite dish, all that you need in the city to “rough it out” in the country, while being racist, lying on the beach trying to look like them.  What a mixed up world! 

Why do they call us “Whites”?  We even tan in buildings because we envy the colour of their skin.  Perhaps we should find out about their hearts since we’re so discontented with our own.  Are we making history?  Do we find peace anywhere upon earth?  Perhaps in a cruise ship in the middle of the ocean, while the bank sits on shore waiting for the bills to be paid, what does peace look like?  Does it look like you and me?  Does it smell like anything?  We’d rather paint the scenery than to smell the flowers.  We run on our way home or we drag our feet at work, to find out what we’ll do for the weekend in such a hurry, we don’t even want to stay.

Let us help you discover peace. 

Peace is like a goldmine that you find at the bottom of someone’s heart when you find comfort in silence that speaks of love because of trust, caring and sudden apparent beauty.  Peace is like the wind that caresses you, giving you hope that somewhere, somehow like an animal under a rock underwater, will find a little corner in someone’s heart to rest within that peace, unlike to rest in peace when life is over.

Can you grow peace?  Where do you find it?  If you know not what it looks like, how could you offer it or seek such from someone?  It is easy.  Look with eyes of truth at all that you could beautify because of the neglect of your own life and in such you will find time becoming a healer that allows you to grow to continue until your heart is content in all that surrounds that you that was meant with you in mind.

Find someone that is troubled with you.  Reach out to that one with the simplicity of freedom, allowing that one to come out of his or her misery, perhaps that you caused and that together you will discover the longing for each other for in each other’s heart, you belong.

“I leave you my peace.  I give you my peace.”  What do I leave you, what do I give you?  If you ask me: “Where is it?  Where did you put it since you gave it to me?”  What would I say?  I’d say: “Come and rest into my arms, the arms of my heart.  Where only there you will find the truth, because an invitation is the peace that I give you.  And I want to leave you with it but remaining in my heart forever because in such you give me peace.  What I give you comes back to me, and together we have found peace.”

There’s not much to write about peace for it is silent.  It is peaceful, unmanned.  That’s why it takes a woman to bring peace to man’s heart and for man to find peace within her own.  She is the giver of such in the life and love that she offers with her smile, whether you take it or leave it.  But you’ll be affected one way or the other.  Therefore, I leave you my peace.  I give you my peace.  Rejoice in such and to think of it as a bird on a branch that wishes to sing all day as the sound of his voice blends within the décor of the true harmony of love that two come to treasure where they could smell the flowers, feel the breeze and rest in peace.

Blessed be your heart, comfort of mine.  I leave you my peace. I give you my peace.  Greetings to your heart.