From the Catskills, New York

Illusive for some.
Wondering …
When will peace come?

Peace does not “come.”
It lies always there.
A gift quite special
When the ego you spare.

It’s the ego that rushes,
The ego that worries,
The ego that stresses
That here and there scurries.

But there deep inside you
Is the part that is calm,
Waiting to comfort
Like a warm, soothing balm.

You can’t feel its presence
When to ego you listen.
But set ego aside,
And lo, how Spirit does glisten!

Therein lies the peace …
Resting on Spirit’s wings—
Calling out to you …
Like the angels it sings.

If peace you desire,
If happiness is your goal,
Say goodbye to the ego
And welcome your Soul.