I ran across this today via Howard Thurman – lyrics from a hymn (Dear Lord and Father of Mankind) I was unfamiliar with which is in turn based on a poem (The Brewing of Soma) by John Greenleaf Whittier I was unfamiliar with:
Drop thy still dews of quietness
Till all our strivings cease
Take from our souls the strain and stress
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Thy peace
I am reminded here that peace has an internal component. For all the efforts to create peace by controlling external factors (sound, location, scent, etc.) it also requires something (or perhaps nothing) of the seeker. In this I am reminded of the anonymous quote that has long been on my desk:
“Peace – it does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. It means to be in the midst of those things and still be calm in your heart.”
Peace!
It occurs to me... 