Peace is waking up at 2am to a silent house, with no sound from the childrens’ rooms.
We are well.
Peace is silence. It is when words are sinful, an adulteration.
Peace is sleeping dogs in your immediate environment. When the only sound is a lonely distant bark. An assurance, intruders are kept at bay.
Peace is the conviction that there are invisible multitudes smiling at you.
It is when sleep divorces you at 2 in the morning and you’re happy he left. Happy his leaving opened your ears to the testimony from silent dogs.
Peace is faces of family, fast asleep. Telling you in their unawareness that peace is not in things. It is here.
Peace is knowing you are NOT an insomniac. It is an unwaivering conviction, that your eyes will soon close.
Peace is dreams.
Peace is warm blankets.
Peace is the on-beat breathing patterns close by.