when peace came

When peace came, I showered

Under streaming light–

And rays channelled through

The greys of ancient gloom,

When peace came, a gate begged
A gentle path inviting me to
Stroll through verdant fields of spring,

When peace came, my addled head was
Reconciling, airing, ringing true–

The sense of crushing pressure dead;
Instead, I flamed a faith anew!

And we were blessed by starting fresh;

A rhythm of pervading warmth;

Serenity.

–Mark R Slaughter

Starry Sky Journal