Great Peace - by Brian Coatney

I’m desperately relaxed now and can’t help it, held by a view not seen by outer chaos. I am fixed on the inner eye. I could leave it and become frenetic, get into the mad fear and rush, but the ease of freedom for things not to is what compels me with the eye of beauty and truth.“Risen Christ, I did not know you offered such ease. I had heard but measured with my own thinking, a lie. Now, when You inhale, there is peace; when You exhale, peace goes out. My body moves like the breathless maiden’s hand across linen, her heart looking in a mirror without time.