A Sonnet of Perfect Peace

gazing skywards

The peace divine, a gift so rare,
Descends to heal the weary soul.
It lights the heart with gentle care,
And makes the broken spirit whole.

Like oceans still in quiet rest,
This peace will calm the heart made pure.
No fear or sorrow can contest,
For love will help it long endure.

O peace from heaven’s tender hand,
A gift through grace for all to know,
Sent by the One who rules the land,
And leads the way where we should go.

May every heart this peace embrace,
And feel its light in every place.

Kenneth Onumadu