Monday Evening Communion with the Angel of Peace

The Angel of Peace; whose kiss bestoweth calm, and whose face is as the surface of untroubled waters, wherein the moon is reflected. I will invoke Peace, whose breath is friendly; whose hand smooth's the troubled brow. In the reign of Peace, there is neither hunger nor thirst, neither cold wind nor hot wind, neither old age nor death. But to him that has not peace in his soul, there is no place to build within The Holy Temple; for how can the carpenter build in the midst of a whirlwind? The seed of violence can reap only a harvest of desolation and from the parched clay can grow no living thing. Seek ye then the Angel of Peace, who is as the morning star in the midst of a cloud, as the moon at the full, as a fair olive tree budding forth fruit, and as the sun shining on the temple of the most High. Peace dwells in the heart of silence: Be still, and know that I am God.

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