[su_dropcap style=”flat”]I'[/su_dropcap]VE BEEN journaling ever since I was 17. As a matter of fact, I recently moved and had boxes of stuff that I needed to go through. I came across one box marked “journals”, and opened it to find it full of written memories. When I looked through them, they dated back to 1966. I would often write poetry, not really having a clue of what poetry was, but just loved to write. I came across this one piece I wrote at a time in my life that things were pretty bleak. God has always been a big part of my life, although I have walked away from HIM, for months at a time. Those times were not good, and now I only walk towards HIM because He makes my days brighter!
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Peace Has Come
Somewhere in this frantic life,
A soul waits for Gods pure light.
Not ever knowing for sure or if,
Peace will come, hoping it might.
My soul longs for this pure light,
This peace I need; yet He who looks
Upon me sees,
Entrusted into His care, unknown,
My heart is touched by Faith alone,
And I rest upon my knees.
Silence surrounds me like a softness to be,
In it is described,
I am only aware of the spirit dwelling; deep down inside.
A sweet aroma encircles me; it becomes enveloped in my soul,
A voice speaks in the silence of my heart
This voice I somehow know.
It is He, who comes to me forthright,
Bringing with Him that pure light.
It rest upon my aching soul, the spirit of the night
And He will not let go of me,
Peace has come, for it is He,
So in the silence of this night,
The peace comes floating over me,
A light that my eyes long to see
My soul has become His,
And peace has come,…… finally.