The day I wept, 
Today I slept, 
I swept aside that which kept me awry,
And I breathe a sigh of relief to those who listen.

The days I wept, 
Long passed, 
Long avast are my tears, the yearning and the burning,
Fears abound.

A year's past and I have found that which I thought I had all along.

Yet, today I am not blind to agony, the fight, 
I remember that which I lost of myself, 
Now regained in a new light.

Her name? 
Peace.

-Robert van Lingen

To Transcribe the thoughts
of perfection into words
would destroy the value
and beauty of her