The Morning Glory

A morning glory, mid-morning.

Peak of its day.

Petals unfurled.

Every living cell has worked as hard as it must to achieve optimal greatness.

No more effort.

Perfect balance.

Rest.

Just being still,

without being called on for the effort of cross pollination;

without thinking about what it takes to sustain life;

without considering what the next moment might bring.

Just being still,

in peace that passes all understanding;

with joy unspeakable and full of glory;

in the Creator’s sunshine and love; in thankfulness.

Nothing else matters.

This is peace.

When I pray for your peace, you are the morning glory.

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