Peace flows like a good river. A good river is good. Reminds me of peace that flows like a good river, blows like a good wind, and goes with us. Peace pervades, prevails, persists, and insists on being received. But I can resist, and have resisted, even though peace insists and peace has insisted.
Peace, released. Peace, redemptive. Peace, restful … in the storms. Sometimes I don’t recognize peace when it comes: a real peace, but I don’t immediately recognize it. Other times, I do not recognize it, because it is isn’t real peace. It flows from the world like an angry river. It’s something different, and I don’t know what it is. And that is all I want to say about peace.
Peace, from the Other Side of the Trees.
- River of Life (madhualur.wordpress.com)
- Peace Like a River (jimpruitt.wordpress.com)
- What is peace? (brittanyellis2013.wordpress.com)