Peace
Coins spilling out of a purse,
over-filled and bursting.
An inheritance is mine,
more wealth than Solomon himself.
And yet, I walk often without shoes,
without my coat that keeps me warm.
Riches beyond reason,
legacy that surpasses understanding.
I have been given peace,
As a birthright, it is mine!
Enduring endowment to fill,
Reality to guard and satisfy.
Today, I will accept the ring,
wrap myself in the robe.
Today, I will lean in and receive,
I will rest my head and lay on that pillow.
I will walk in the given gift,
Take a long needed nap on the boat.
Written October 2020
"Peace I leave with you. My peace I give you..." (John 14:17)
Mark 4:38-39
Philippians 4:7
