Speak to me of lovely things, of treasures yet to be found,

of peace, that flows like a river.

Tell me of tranquil places that no hand has marred,

no storm has scarred.

Give me visions of standing in the sunlight,

or feeling the mist against my cheek as I move and live

and breathe...

Find me a place in the sun to sit and think

and listen to the sweet inner voice that says so quietly,

"Peace.  Be still."

Joyce Sequichie Hifler