Peace Came to Me

Peace came to me last night whispering softly in my ear.

She had a message to tell me, some words of advice.

She told me she’d made a wish on a shooting star

While I’d been busy working.

She’d decided to wait…

“I can’t tell him yet, he’s not ready to hear”,

Murmuring to herself, she began to giggle.

Not an airy nervous giggle,

but the laugh of all children…

The laugh of all children just minutes before bed.

“And anyway if I tell him now my wish won’t come true.”

You see, Peace is a child who has lived forever.

She has infinite patience but still loves to play.

And she knows that the Soul knows all and loves to share.

For the Soul is her best friend.

But she also knows that the Soul has a very small voice.

A very gentle voice that cannot be heard over worries,

That cannot be heard over doubt or anger.

One must be still in heart and mind to hear the Soul.

To drink from the Well of Wisdom.

For there lies all answers, all dreams and hopes.

For a dream never truly dies, it simply slips back.

It slips back into the Well of Consciousness where the Soul bathes.

The Soul is a doe at the brink of a crystalline pond.

To approach her one must be accompanied by Peace.

And who better to know this than Peace herself.

Last night Peace came to me and whispered softly.

She spoke of her wishes for me and you and of shooting stars.

She had me close my mouth and open my eyes.

And together we gazed at the universe and our dreams.

Her favorite constellations were also mine.

written by my son Jesse D’Alessio at the age of 26 in the parking lot of Foodland-Princeville, Kauai

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