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There is a peace born of anger.

It’s the peace between friends that drift apart because everything was assumed and nothing was resolved.

It’s in the marriage that carries on without warmth like an old bathrobe that’s kept because change takes too much work.

It’s in the cold church attendee who sits stoically, without the courage to forgive fellow congregants for various affronts.

This peace is enforced through strict rules imposed by hurt, angry parties.

And while the fights no longer take place openly, they’re carried on in glances and snarls, things left unsaid and words to others. In stomach ulcers and panic attacks, misdirected anger and therapy sessions.

This is the only peace the world can offer…

It’s a peace that keeps the self guarded at the cost of unity.

It’s a peace that holds grudges up like a shield and always remembers the wrongs-record.

It’s a peace that puts on a good show to those watching from far away, but poisons all those who are close to it.

But it’s not the only kind of peace available.

 Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give to you.