there are times the song of life
seems to be in a minor key
with a kind of veil over our soul
diffusing sadness over all praise
courage and confidence are needed
to go on singing
reaching the end of the song
it is more apparent
the end refers back to the beginning
and rounds off the story
Good Friday was a broken chord
so often we confuse not having peace
with not being aware
of the peace we have
when storm-tossed
we no longer perceive anything but the storm
because that occupies the most conscious part of ourselves
we have not lost our peace
simply our awareness of it
peace
afterall
is God's Presence
provided we have not offended him gravely
He is there
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