Peace does not appear in the form of silence, of calm, of inactivity;
It isn’t the uneventful passing of time nor the slow easy life one expects;
Peace is found in shared smiles in a crowded street;
And appears behind closed eyes in a busy room;
Peace is seeing the turmoil around you and sitting in its midst;
For there can be no peace without struggle;
And only those brave enough to wade through a storm;
Can find in the eye, the bluest of skies.