I was walking along in the way I was going,

Lost in my thoughts, far too many to count—

People problems, lonely feeling;

Trivial issues, seeking meaning

—Stopped by the moon, peaking out through the clouds,

I could wander no more this calm beauty ignoring.

…

If only I could describe the serenity of the sight:

I can picture it even now in my mind’s hazy eye

Like a photograph of a picture I saw once in a dream.

I can glimpse its gleaming edge, it’s stillness feel.

I could try to describe to you that breath-giving scene

But I’m afraid that if I did you might miss the point;

Because the peace was not contained in the physical, literal thing

But in the more real, more vivid unspoken voice:

And He said “Peace”