Peace
P
Patience settles like morning dew on restless earth, a quiet hand that stills the
storm within.
E
Every breath becomes a bridge where once there stood a wall, softening the
sharp edges of disagreement.
A
Acceptance of what is, not what we fear or fight — the wisdom to release the
need to be right.
C
Compassion threads through silence and through speech, a gentle current
moving underneath all words.
E
Enough. The quiet wholeness when division falls away — a return to something
ancient, something whole.
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