Peace is a fragile thing which can be lost and thrown away.
Lost inside the fragile imaginings of our minds.
Blown away like a leaf on the wind,
buffeted from place to place
and never finding rest.

Peace was meant to live on in those who are brave enough
to say stop!  Who stand alone amidst the storm
and ask for the wind and waters to be still.
Not caring what happens to themselves,
but caring that peace be given
the chance to grow.

Peace is never easy, it means keeping your head when
everything around you is going crazy,
making you scared you may loose your own way.
Yet peace is born on the hearts of those brave
enough to endure the tumult and watch
the wind blow round because
after all it is only sound.