The sun behind a cloud. Pink, rose, orange, magenta, wispy, fluffy, spiraled, the comforting sound of the wind, the sun's reflections off the waves. I am at peace with God and the Universe around me. I love the Blessed Mother and the child and the great love expressed through them; the most wonderful and loving iconic image in the World. A piece of wood with whitish and dark layers exposed to the elements and to my eyes. The blue sky, the mountain range of puffy clouds to the South as the breath of my ancestors bears down with the on rushing winds. I am at peace, most merciful God.

I am including a hymn by Ruth C. Duck, from Circles of Care: Hymns and Song. Copyright 1996 The Pilgrim Press. All rights reserved.

Healing river of the Spirit, bathe the wounds that living brings.
Plunge our pain, our sin, our sadness deep beneath your sacred springs. Weary from the restless searching that has lured us from your side,
we discover in your presence peace that world cannot provide.

Wellspring of the healing Spirit, stream that flows to bring release,
as we gain our selves, our senses, may our lives reflect your peace.
Grateful for the flood that heals us, may your church enact your grace.
As we meet both friend and stranger, may we see our Savior's face.