Image of Peace

I have this image of peace. It looks like a lake that sits between mountains. A place that rests where no one would see it or think it would be. It’s wedged between two extreme highs. Over one mountain to peace, but there still sits another mountain. This place takes a while to get to, but once you make it, you never want to leave. There still lies another mountain ahead that you know you have to climb, but right now-peace. I sit in it, I let it pour over me and flow through me. 

I see peace in the way nature stands still here. How the water only moves when the wind offers up a whisper, how tree branches slowly bend when a squirrel jumps on it, and how the sun rises with fog and sets in the same way. 

I hear peace in this same way. The sound of the water tapping at the dock, the way the birds sing their own songs and how there’s nothing to disrupt it. 

I feel peace in the weather. It’s cool down here between the mountains, there’s not much wind like at the top of the hills, but when it comes it moves across the water and creeps in slowly. I feel peace in the air, how it’s not crowded or loud with things and sounds. 

Peace is a beautiful picture and one I have a clear image of. I see it here, at this lake between two mountains, but I know it’s always available. Peace isn’t a place, it’s a person. He sits with me at the top of the first mountain as I look out to the lake, he’s with me as I descend towards it. He walks with me around the lake, sits on the dock with me, and helps me paddle across it. He sustains me as I climb the other mountain and causes me to keep my gaze fixed only on him as he guides my steps. He calls me to turn around and look back at my journey. The mountain I came from, the lake I sat at, the next hill I climbed-again, peace. We rest at the top there, and once again descend the other side of the mountain to another lake. This is the never ending process of peace.