Peace… There is a sort of remembrance in that feeling and practice. It has a quality that speaks of Sunday-morning church and the prayer of “Our father…”
As I remember it from my childhood:
Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation, and deliver us from evil,
for thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever. Amen.
The words and their wisdom weave a tapestry of peaceful reverence we can replicate in our own live through their recitation. It doesn’t matter whether you’re affiliated with a particular religious denomination. It may be that, like me, you practice spirituality in your own way.
Peace Isn’t Passive; It’s Creative
There is a fine line between peace and passivity. Passivity is the practice of doing nothing. Peace is the practice of creating space for love.
When we practice peace, we invite the love that surpasses all dis-ease to fill our hearts with the boundlessness of peace.
We create an ideal vessel in which to store harmony and hope. The peace, then, becomes the creator.
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The peace that passes all understanding is that of the one; the universe. The open partnership between our psyches and the fabric of the power that energizes the entire cosmology we know as the universe.
When we choose peace…
♥ We choose the universe.
♥ We choose the one; the all-that-is.
♥ We choose the love of all that is over the pain of all that isn’t.
Allow the peace that passes all understanding to fill our world with the hope and the promise of a better existence. It’s within our reach; ours to have and hold with all our hearts.
And so it is.