Peace of the endless shore to you
Peace of the rolling wave to you
Peace of the solid hills to you
Peace of the waving trees to you
Peace of the falling rain to you
Peace of the night-time dew to you
Peace of mother earth to you
Peace of sprouting grain to you
Peace of morning mist to you
Peace of evening sun to you

And at the end
Deep peace of a warm fire
Mead shared between friends
And a mothers arms about her child



You will no doubt recognise the inspiration for this one...
Written for a friend who is going away following serious illness and a need for rest


Another forgotten poem from the recesses of the internet, rescued from
https://www.tapatalk.com/groups/tirnanogthelandoftheeverliving/viewtopic.php?p=2962#p2962

posted on 1st August 2004

05/05/2020

Posted on 05/05/2020
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