book III: chapter 6

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope. ” (Romans 15:13)

Placid Peace

The waters of the memory,
Churn with emotional pretense.
Decayed impressions, like debris,
Are stirred like silt — cloudy and dense.

By grace, He helps her to release
And void all memories in scope.
Her soul soon settles in His peace;
The void opens new space for hope.

The waters: placid, clear, and still,
Absorb the warmth of heaven’s light;
Her soul, now settled and tranquil,
Finds peace and hope the fruit of night.

With winds, the waters seldom crease;
Hope is the center of her peace.

May hope find a home in our memories when they have been purged and cleansed in His peace.

(c) Paul Buis, 2003