A Place Called Peace

A Place Called Peace

Last night I journeyed far and wide;
without leaving my bed;
a change of location was implied;
to a land of the living dead.

Thoughts became like a movie scene;
tho my body was silent and still;
throughout the night; I lived a dream;
of a life; yet to fulfill.

The dream was devoid of a single sound;
in silence I floated there;
almost as though I were heaven bound;
without a thought or care.

Was it a location; or merely a thought;
perhaps; a realm of stress release;
whatever it was; to it, I was brought;
to a location often called peace.

My thoughts lost all sense of shame;
guilt melted; like fallen snow;
no longer feeling doubts or blame;
my peace; allowed to grow.

There is no location; peace has no space;
it can never be found on a map;
it may only be found in the Master’s grace;
even while taking a nap.

Death is the journey to heaven’s land;
a kingdom of sweet release;
it matters not; we don’t understand;
it is the place called peace.

Monty 11.9.25. # 3,042