You gave me peace
last night
when I was home
late,
tired,
and not feeling well.
I opened the bill
and stared
in shock
at the late fee
marked on it.
Twenty-five dollars
for a bill
that I mailed
15 days early,
which somehow took
19 days.
How is that even possible?
Would the Pony Express be faster?
There must be a reason,
perhaps a problem
that no one wants to admit.
But assessing me
a late charge
is grossly unfair.
I object.
But as I pondered
and frustration and a financial lament
was threatening to arise,
then something changed.
Softly
sweetly
placidly
Your peace
touched my heart
and for once
I did not freak out.
Thank You, Lord,
for your peace
in one more storm
that seems to be never ending.
You are my rock.
You are my shelter.
You are my strength.
You love me in spite of all my faults and failures.
You created me.
You care about me
and that is not just a myth
or a fairytale
of an idyllic girl.
And for all of that
and for so much more,
I am grateful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem