She Bears Fruit

The horizon bears no hope of Peace,

Nor those days which lay behind.

Sorrows, struggles may not cease,

Yet Peace is here for one to find.

In the arms of Love, she lives,

Wrapped around a weary soul.

From the Well of Now she gives

A person drink that makes them whole.

In the giving, working, healing,

Peace lifts up her lovely head.

Much more than an inner feeling,

She bears fruit by which we’re fed.

Thanks for Reading! Be Blessed!

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