Someday...

When Peace, like a river, attends my way
I cannot recognize it.
The surface rolls and moves past, leaving me
Behind. Behind my blind eyes
I cannot see underneath
to the still silence at the bottom of the river.

I know that Peace is down there, but it is not
where I want to be
No Light, No Air, No Motion, just a cold
Peace.
I have to Breathe, See, Move, Exist in life's
Chaos.

Yet I seek Peace that I cannot grasp.
It is my promised reward, my Birthright,
my rest.
One day, It will come for me
and I will not refuse it.
It is our salvation.

When Peace, like a river, moves past me
every day, changing yet changeless
I know it is mine. It is yours.
It is our Birthright
We shall enjoy it
Together.