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  • Ah, I am sitting here in a peaceful place, a haven of rest,
    With feet up and a cup of coffee in my hand.
    This place instills a sense of tranquility.
    Its beauty takes my breath away.
    If only the essence of this could be transplanted,
    And take root in every human breast,
    Mankind would be different.
    If we would let a kernel of peace germinate,
    A crop would grow bounteously.
    It would feed the human spirit.
    This world longs for peace and love,
    Yet it never seems to find it,
    For it is searched for in the wrong places.
    Peace grows from within, when we relax,
    And take in our surroundings,
    When we take the time to talk with our God,
    And listen to hear Him whisper peace to our souls.
    True peace isn’t found in conquering the world.
    It isn’t found in amassing possessions and gold,
    Nor is it found by trampling on others to get to the top.
    Instead, it is found in the simple things of life.
    When we find it for ourselves, we must pass it on.
    Plant a seed of peace today in some small way,
    And watch it sprout up in someone else.
    I pray this goes viral to reach epidemic proportions.
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