The True Meaning Of Accidental Peace
This Peace, I Enjoy
This is not an endorsement of any special interest group, military branch of the Armed Forces, political or religious organization. Hardly. These are my never-before-released thoughts of one subject that all mankind searches for, and seldom finds: PEACE.
Over the countless generations of mankind and their various species, men, women, and children have sought for peace, died for peace, and seldom grasped the concept of secured peace for fear of that peaceful mindset being taken from them by some government, machine, radical ideaologists, or their own homefron government. Peace, wonderful peace. Silent, still, saturating peace that floods the soul of mankind and animal alike. Peace: The priceless commodity that the world's most rich can never buy at open market. Nor pay to keep. Peace: The illusive and mysterious power that has no certain name, location, or institution to call home. But we all have a need for peace. Peace isn't a luxury, but a deep need since man began to know the elemental difference between right and wrong, peace and war, life and death and respect for one's self as well as his neighbors.
I'm less than average when it comes to an honest evaluation of myself. I'm very obscure. I've no fame or fortune to leave my children. Only my name--whatever that may be worth. I'm a sub-par human being, a face in a faceless crowd on the streets of Hometown, America. Noone knows the real me. Only my Maker in his celestial throne, the One who designed my frame, knows the real person living inside of this shell of a man. So, this true story you're reading isn't from a known celebrity, athlete, politician, or minister of celebrated followings. I'm just a man.
When it comes to the subject of peace, no school--grade, high school, or highest college can aptly teach peace. Long ardious hours by known minds over the eons of time in elevated schools of higher thought have talked the words and principles of peace, but never have achieved the true grasp of what peace really consists of. Nor will these minds of intellect due to their state of being mortal in body and mind. Only the Master Architect, can truly define, build, and keep peace in it's perpetual circles outside of our societies.
I suppose that "my" versions of peace may not be that appealing to you. And that's fine by me. I am not forcing my ideas or formulas of peace upon you or your household. I just wanted, rather desired, to share but a few of my concepts on what I call Accidental Peace.
1. In the early morning of each day when life in and above the earth is waking up to start the endless cycle of living, dying, giving, producing, and taking begins another 24 hours of their alloted time, I find a true peace at just sitting near my window in my living room that overlooks my front yard filled with more than trees, but the suttle peace of the birds harmonizing in their coded language and not laboring for that which is not theirs. It's theirs from birth: Peace. And the slow, but very-present breezes that tease the springtime leaves on my trees is peace to me. In these few stolen hours that I am blessed with, long before the phone finds me or my computer calls me, I dwell if only for an hour or two in complete harmony with my God and His peace. Both are beyond human description.
2. When I'm blessed to look into the eyes of my grandchildren, I feel a loving peace that merchants cannot sell nor factories produce. I feel no stressed pressure or deadlines in the eyes of my grandchildren at their young, amazed states of innocence knowing in my heart that someday each will have their own quest to find their own peace as it becomes them. I can only pray to God that He hears my feeble words of petition for my grandchildrens' peace. Peace is one gift that I cannot buy for them. It has to be grasped by innocent, still hands and a slow-beating heart without the traces of hatred, malice, or ambition. This is why I love to look into the eyes of my grandchildren.
3. When I read a favorite book, all alone in my house, I sense a deep sense of peace. I need no United Nations liason to dictate to others what I am feeling. I know what I'm feeling. I feel something that as a youth, I ran through like an old lace curtain--never realizing what it was that I just felt. It was peace escaping the hands of an eager boy looking for a fortunate lane of life never realizing for a sparkle of a moment that the priceless shadow I had just passed through was peace. Now in my older years, I am slower to think and slower in body. This is nature's way to reintroduce me to peace.
4. When I sit and watch a national newscast and hear nothing about bombing, terror or it's designers taking innocents from their homes at the rate of innocent blood that's shed for naught, I feel peace. a good peace. I love to hear human interest stories more and more as time goes by for me on this earth. War and hatred cannot contend with the peace I receive at an uneventful newscast.
5. Lastly, when I stand at the tombstones of my late dad and mother, I feel a deep spiritual peace that cannot be explained by mortal man--sinner or saint. If God Himself cannot be contained, then the peace that I'm feeling at the graves of two of his most-devoted servants, surely cannot be contained at the same token. I could stand for hours feeding on the peaceful memories that my parents gave me and sacrificed for me to have peace in my life. I am a debtor always to My Maker as well as my parents who are now reaping the harvests of many years of sowing their own seed of peace.
Thank you for taking time to read this. May you have a peaceful day.
Until later . . .PEACE!