Such a small word
Evoking stillness
Yet yearning
It reaches towards itself

transforms us
bring us onwards
and takes us out of ourselves

Yet, it whispers
The trees as they sway
The joy of the forest
The trickle of the stream
Ever present
Yet elusive

Grant us ears
To hear Your peace
Grant us a heart
Open to You
Watching and waiting
Listening for the echoes
And the message
Of peace