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Writer's pictureNichole Shirell

Poetry On Odyssey: Peace, The Gift

It will endure during the day and each and every night. His peace is a gift!

When I wake to this thing

I cannot seem to bring myself to a point

Where I shake the grips that pull me inside

To a place where I quietly hide

Not knowing if the dread will subside

The small voice longs to cry

For fear I cannot safely abide

First I cry, then I pray

And of course, I emerge to the place full of His grace

Because I know I am loved

His peace He freely gives

And I accept it

I long for it in my life

It is essential for me in this fight

It will endure during the day and each and every night

His peace is a gift!

The Gift - release 12/8/17 Amazon and Kindle.

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