Inner peace is hard to find,

peace of heart and peace of mind.

Fleeting swiftly with the wind,

Here one second then gone again.

Unpredictable is its return,

and until that day a fire burns.

Scorching souls and smoldering hearts,

leaving behind its painful mark.

So our prayers are sent for the wind to blow,

for the sun to rise and the rain to slow.

When Mother Earth lets out a sneeze,

filling the land with a violent breeze.

With her gust the peace returns.

Soothing our bodies badly burned.

and in merely an instant the wind starts to leave,

Hijacking our joy and stealing our peace.

Categories: Poetry

Tags: Christianity, Earth, God, Inner peace, Peace, poetry, struggle