Hitting the Mark

With a peaceful heart and a tranquil soul, I yearn no more. 

No longer do I miss the mark. The need to do so is almost nonexistent, like a horse carriage after the invention of the automobile. My desire to do so, like hunger after a buffet, gone. 

I have become a pure reflection of beauty, my hand resembling that of the creator. 

All I did was seek, and by grace, peace and tranquility were freely granted. 

From the field of peace and tranquility, crops abound; acres of love, joy, and peace, broken by miles of kindness, faithfulness, and patience guarded by a forest of goodness, gentleness, and self-control.

Previous
Previous

The Noble Prize Speech

Next
Next

My Heart’s Desires