We tried so hard

and chased so long

the cooing Dove…

my son and I,

both hearts

racing,

broken,

reaching to catch

elusive Peace

that fluttered

always

just beyond

our reach.

“Do you remember a time when your were exchanging love letters with someone? Do you remember the sense of anticipation you had upon opening it? Do you remember where you would go to read it…a quiet, private place…and how you savored each and every word and pondered long on what it all might mean?

#201 (of 1000 Gifts)

Messages on tea bags…

something to ponder long while sipping hot fragrant cups of calm

and oh, the delight of an accompanying  gluten free scone.

A delicious find when most baked goods are off limits.

(I used maple syrup instead of sugar and they turned out wonderfully)

The soul is like a wild animal~tough, resilient, resourceful, savvy, self-sufficient.  It knows how to survive in hard places.  But it is also shy.  Just like a wild animal, it seeks safety in the dense underbrush.  If we want to see a wild animal, we know that the last thing we should do is go crashing through the woods, yelling for it to come out.  But if we will walk quietly into the woods, sit patiently by the base of the tree, and fade into our surroundings, the wild animal we seek might put in an appearance.

~Parker Palmer

Prince of Peace! Control my will!

Bid this struggling heart be still!

Bid my fears and doubtings cease!

Hush my spirit into peace.

Thou hast bought me with thy blood

Opened wide the gates of God;

Peace I ask, but peace must be,

Lord, in being one with thee.