A North African friend was searching for the English word “peace.” The word eluded her. Instead of asking for a translation, she created my new favorite collocation: “relaxed inside.”
Isn’t “relaxed inside” a beautiful description of peace? That inner knowledge that one’s slate is erased of error. That gentle cleansing after destruction of guilt. And the confidence that at the end of our life struggle is heaven.
This peace tonight Surpasses understanding. Fresh. Gentle. A cool summer sunset That settles in naked nothingness Around my shoulders Like slippery sheets. A completed dream That leaves me thirsty, Arising in the blackness To pray. And when sleep comes again There is only God.