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I feel peace like a river, settle in my soul. 

“Peace I give you. My peace I leave with you.”

I wandered along the shore. After the full moon. After the storm. As summer’s green leaves fell and turned to brown upon the rocks, cast about by the waves. 

“I do not give as the world gives.” 

Oh my God, let that be true. 

I found them there. One after another. So many. I gathered the small treasures in my hands. Buried them deeply in my raggedy pockets. Held them up to the sun to shine. 

“Do not let your heart be troubled.” 

My God kisses. Precious agates. Caressing my soul. Soothing my mangled heart. Treasures and trust. 

“Trust in God. Trust also in Me.” 

Help me to, my sweet Jesus. Help me. Help me. Help me. 

My footprints are in the shore behind. The waves rise and fall.

Help me. Help me. Help me. 

His gentle whisper to my soul: My beloved.