Peace

To ease my mind,
I lay my hand upon the pen.
What have my actions wrought?
How are my feelings unto men?

Did I unloose and soften up,
The stiffness from my style?
And in the fulness of my love,
Did I send forth a smile?

And were the words upon my tongue,
Complete with strength...and sure?
To walk life's weary road ahead,
With patience to endure?

Did I resolve to judge no man,
And have that inward trust?
Did envy raise its hands against,
Those signals of disgust?

Peace...Peace...Blessed Peace,
It is so good to find.
That realm that bears you on and on,
Where reigns your...Peace of Mind.


E.P. 1908 - 1989