Good morning…
She texted me this poem as she lay in bed following surgery. I sense deep peace gathering strength, within and around her.
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Amazing Peace by Maya Angelou
It is the Glad Season.
Hope is born again in the faces of children. It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets. Hope spreads around the earth. Brightening all things, even hate which crouches breeding in dark corridors.
In our joy, we think we hear a whisper. At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.
We listen carefully as it gathers strength. We hear a sweetness. The word is Peace. It is loud now. Louder than the explosion of bombs.
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Life drops many bombs. Disease. Divorce. Depression. Some bombs smolder silently. Shame. Secrets. Suicide. Some bombs are shockingly loud. Addiction. Arguments. Alzheimers. Some bombs ravage individuals, others rip apart community. Violence. Victimization. Verbal abuse. How can God’s amazing peace be louder than the explosion of life’s bombs?
For a child is born to us,
a son is given to us.
The government will rest on his shoulders.
And he will be called:
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
His government and its peace
will never end.
He will rule with fairness and justice from the throne of his ancestor David
for all eternity.
The passionate commitment of the Lord of Heaven’s Armies
will make this happen! (Isaiah 9:6-7, NLT).
Unending peace starts as a whisper then grows in strength as we rest like a shellshocked lamb on the shoulders of our passionately committed God.
…Sue…
