Treasure Island

Peter LeBuhn

(2-21-64 / Silver Spring Maryland)

Peace


Speak to me of serenity, of treasures yet to be found, of peace that flows
like a river. Tell me of tranquil places that no hand has marred, no storm
has scarred. Give me visions of standing in sunlight or the feeling of
spring mist against my cheek as I live and move and breathe. Show me paths
that wind through the wild lilies and beds of buttercups. Sing me songs like
the mingled voices of wrens and meadowlarks, the lowing of gentle cows, the
soft mother-call of a mare to her colt. Lead me past a glass-smooth pond
where frogs croak of coming-out parties, their graduation from frisky
tadpoles to squat green frogs. Find me a place in the sunlight to sit and
think and listen to the sweet inner voice that says so quietly, 'Peace, be
still.'

Peter LeBuhn 2008

Submitted: Monday, January 28, 2008

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