This Is What Peace Is

The gentle sway of trees in the wind, golden locks of hair blowing in the breeze

Syncing with the cattails in the shallows

This is what peace is.

Air so still that even thoughts seem like an intrusion, and a silence that says more than words ever could 

Snowflakes melting on your fingertips, unique, a constellation, one of a kind, never to be seen again as others rush to take its place

This is what peace is.

The hand that I’m holding by my side, even if it’s just in my imagination, conjured by the books and the songs and the stories that tell of things I could only dream of 

A fairytale evergreen so bright against a field of snow

This is what peace is.

And in a world corrupted by hate and fear, sometimes it’s hard to find.

But once you find it, it’s hard to lose again

The challenge is learning to live it – to live your peace, the peace that is as unique to you as each snowflake falling from the sky.