Benchmark 37

Speak to me of lovely things, of treasures yet to be found, of peace that flows like a river. Tell me of tranquil places that no hand has marred, no storm has scarred. Give me visions of standing in the sun-light, or feeling the wind against my cheek as I move and live and breathe

Find me a place in the sun to sit and think and listen to the sweet inner voice that says so quietly, "Peace. Be still."

Joyce Sequiche Hifler
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