
Peace: It Is I (Poem by Anatolius of Constantinople)
Peace: It Is I by Anatolius of Constantinople (Translated by J.M. Neale in 1862) Fierce was the wild billow, Dark was the night; Oars laboured
Peace: It Is I by Anatolius of Constantinople (Translated by J.M. Neale in 1862) Fierce was the wild billow, Dark was the night; Oars laboured
In Acceptance Lieth Peace A poem by Amy Carmichael (1867-1951) He said, ‘I will forget the dying faces; The empty places, They shall be filled
How to find peace with God by Michael J. Penfold How to obtain it? How to maintain it? Meditation, drugs, religion, yoga, romance? Endless options,
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