Peace does not knock with thunder’s sound,
Nor hide in places yet unfound.
It comes like dawn—unasked, unplanned,
A gentle touch, an open hand.
You call it near with whispered pleas,
Yet chase it far through stormy seas.
It slips away when gripped too tight,
But stays when you release the fight.
So let your restless searching cease,
Be still, and welcome its release.
For peace is not a distant shore—
It’s here, when you need nothing more.
