A Dream of Peace

I had to work extra hard today but while working I couldn’t help but notice a bird on a wire.

Getting older by the minute I remember my first marriage. We argued and fought about everything. The most brutal argument we had I recall screaming to the top of my lungs trying to make a point, and then falling to the floor as she stormed out of the house as I sat on the bare floor in grief that I had no way of getting my point across. I yearned for peace. I learned to appreciate it. Sadly, the constant fighting was getting us no where.

I recall a thousand battles that I’d faced over and over again. Fighting with other males, fighting and arguing with family members. Just unnecessary wars waiting for the dust to settle. Yesterday I decided to sit down in a dark room. In the silence I couldn’t help but notice the ambulance sirens driving by. 

Good people are dying but I believe I know why the good lord spared my life in the war on terror. I believe my purpose is to calm the storms. To balance the laws of nature. To introduce the world to a small chair in a room with a book waiting to be read. A book that was once a tree growing in a dark forest now trimmed down to a piece of paper for me to learn and grow while reading someone else’s thoughts. In the process I silently read to correct my flawed past thoughts. I reprogram my brain to be more calm; More patient; More kind; and a better person.

One poet once said that evil never sleeps. In tune with the balance of nature, I then fell to sleep listening to my audio bible only to feel a divine force giving me complete peace. 

I woke up refreshed. I woke up still dreaming of Peace. The feeling of Peace. A man in the forest by the lake listening to the sounds of nature. After the dream I jump back to my feet and get back to work. Time is priceless, war is weary, and peace is refreshing.

A Dream of Peace