Between the sirens and cars zooming past, I find Peace.
Peace, knowing that there is a plan I am being led in.
In that Peace, where nothing else matters, I find Rest.
Rest covers my racing thoughts and anxious being.
Being here, in the comfort of Peace, I begin to understand.
Understand the vastness of contentment and its freedoms.
Freedoms to be jubilant, without fear of complacency.
Complacency, not being a factor, as all is left to Peace.
Peace does not take over or demand strenuous work.
Work is precise and purposeful, while in the hand of Peace.
Peace requires work of a different kind, a different breed.
Breed that only Peace produces and only Peace provides.
Provides in abundance, if asked by Name.
Name above all names, where you find Peace Divine.

Brady Delgado

Brady Delgado

Life can be hard, but I believe beauty can be found in even the craziest of situations.


David Redpath · February 23, 2018 at 10:41 am

That peace beyond understanding.
But well worth your poetic exploring.
~ great writing.

Ms. Brady · February 23, 2018 at 11:59 am

Thank you so much 🙂

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