Peace

The feeling comes again

The feeling when the heart is so battered,

So bruised and torn that the beating of it is enough

Enough and all that is left

Except to turn to Him

The Healer

The One

And ask

Please, let this time be the end

Let it be the last time

Can it be over, please?

And when He says

Daughter, you must learn

Learn of peace

You say, as the Centurion of old

I believe, help my unbelief.

Then He will say,

I know you,

I love you

And when you have learned the lesson

I sent you to learn

It will be enough.

Though you still hurt

And the being is of the walking wounded

The heart feels

The gentle, beseeched peace

Reached at last