These Inward Trials
I asked the Lord, that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace;
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek more earnestly His face.
The most important things in life
Are not ‘things,’ most know
It’s the people in our lives
Who make our Hearts grow
Our family of Loved ones
Are the most important of all
They fill our lives with memories
Especially those who are small
The little simple moments
A smile, a hug, or glance
Whether in a photo, or our minds
Makes our Hearts sing and dance
Some friends are like family
They bloom perfectly in our Heart
Whether grown over the years
Or there right from the very start
Love, our greatest possession
It’s who we truly are
Giving and receiving Unconditionally
In life, we will go far
Good health is often taken for granted
Until something in the body goes wrong
Focusing on anything positive
Can bring relief along
Feeling appreciation
Speaking of our gratitude
Being thankful for all things
Is a Blessed attitude
Keeping an open mind
To learning all our days
Growth continues and expands
In hundreds of delightful ways
Shining our Inner-Light
Helping others along their way
Respecting the differences
Letting all have their own say
Tranquillity and Peace
A rested and calm mind
Practising meditation
Our own way, we can find
Faith, an individual thing
Not just for those religious
Simple hope, or a belief
That life is truly glorious
Inspiration lifts our Spirit
Helps us reach our goal
Whether given or received
It delights our eternal Soul
People are important
And the memories we build
Good health for a vital life
Inspiration, to be fulfilled
Appreciating and respecting
All of life, everywhere
Having faith in the Peace
And happiness to share
These are life’s treasures
And money has no part
But the greatest of them all
Is the Love in everyone’s Heart!
“When there is no peace in Heaven
there is no peace in the universe,
when there is no peace in the universe
there is no peace in the cosmos,
when there is no peace in the cosmos
there is no peace in the sky,
and when there is no peace in the sky
there is no peace on Earth.
When there is no peace in your soul
there is no peace in your heart,
when there is no peace in your heart
there is no peace in your mind,
when there is no peace in your mind
there is no peace in your life,
and when there is no peace in your life
there is no peace in your world.
When there is peace in Heaven
there is peace in the universe,
when there is peace in the universe
there is peace in the cosmos,
when there is peace in the cosmos
there is peace in the sky,
and when there is peace in the sky
there is peace on Earth.
When there is peace in your soul
there is peace in your heart,
when there is peace in your heart
there is peace in your mind,
when there is peace in your mind
there is peace in your life,
and when there is peace in your life
there is peace in your world.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo
peace by human civilizations under rated
peace by entity humanity under rated
peace by dictators transgressions slighted
peace by megalomaniac leaders crushed
peace so precious
peace so glorious
peace so miraculous
peace so holy sacred
peace an enlightened state of mind
peace a revered state of mind
peace aspired to by enlightened souls;
peace pure God given blessings
peace gifts prosperity potentials
peace blesses multiple cultures
peace blesses societies countries
peace blesses ordinary people families
peace loves sacred peace makers;
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
I love peace,
The foundation of the world is peace—
Do not shake it.
I choose peace,
Above all that the world offers,
Even at the highest price.
I still choose peace.
I choose peace,
Over the mundane that fades away.
Peace transcends truths and facts,
Unveiling deeper spiritual realities.
I choose peace.
When I have peace, I have it all—
A peace that surpasses all
Human understanding.
I choose peace,
The only peace that embodies
Perpetual ecstasy,
The only peace infused with love,
Immortal peace.
I choose peace,
An invaluable treasure.
Nothing can purchase
Eternal peace,
Which endures endlessly.
I choose peace.
Peace is the promised gift—
Tranquility,
Lawfulness,
A savior.
I choose peace.
Peace is divine grace.
When the Divine knocks and doors open,
He enters, and peace settles within.
Peace is the Gracious God—
His being is peace,
His attributes are peace,
His actions are peace.
When will you ever, Peace, wild wooddove, shy wings shut,
Your round me roaming end, and under be my boughs?
When, when, Peace, will you, Peace? I’ll not play hypocrite
To own my heart: I yield you do come sometimes; but
That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows
Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?
O surely, reaving Peace, my Lord should leave in lieu
Some good! And so he does leave Patience exquisite,
That plumes to Peace thereafter. And when Peace here does house
He comes with work to do, he does not come to coo,
He comes to brood and sit.
A voice from the dark called out,
“The poets must give us
imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar
imagination of disaster. Peace, not only
the absence of war.”
But peace, like a poem,
is not there ahead of itself,
can’t be imagined before it is made,
can’t be known except
in the words of its making,
grammar of justice,
syntax of mutual aid.
A feeling towards it,
dimly sensing a rhythm, is all we have
until we begin to utter its metaphors,
learning them as we speak.
A line of peace might appear
if we restructured the sentence our lives are making,
revoked its reaffirmation of profit and power,
questioned our needs, allowed
long pauses. . . .
A cadence of peace might balance its weight
on that different fulcrum; peace, a presence,
an energy field more intense than war,
might pulse then,
stanza by stanza into the world,
each act of living
one of its words, each word
a vibration of light—facets
of the forming crystal.
Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave,
Let me once know.
I sought thee in a secret cave,
And ask’d, if Peace were there,
A hollow wind did seem to answer, No:
Go seek elsewhere.
I did; and going did a rainbow note:
Surely, thought I,
This is the lace of Peace’s coat:
I will search out the matter.
But while I looked the clouds immediately
Did break and scatter.
Then went I to a garden and did spy
A gallant flower,
The crown-imperial: Sure, said I,
Peace at the root must dwell.
But when I digged, I saw a worm devour
What showed so well.
At length I met a rev’rend good old man;
Whom when for Peace
I did demand, he thus began:
There was a Prince of old
At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase
Of flock and fold.
He sweetly lived; yet sweetness did not save
His life from foes.
But after death out of his grave
There sprang twelve stalks of wheat;
Which many wond’ring at, got some of those
To plant and set.
It prospered strangely, and did soon disperse
Through all the earth:
For they that taste it do rehearse
That virtue lies therein;
A secret virtue, bringing peace and mirth
By flight of sin.
Take of this grain, which in my garden grows,
And grows for you;
Make bread of it: and that repose
And peace, which ev’ry where
With so much earnestness you do pursue,
Is only there.
These Inward Trials
I asked the Lord, that I might grow
In faith, and love, and every grace;
Might more of His salvation know,
And seek more earnestly His face.
A Prayer for Victory over Temptation
Haste to me, Lord, when this fool-heart of mine
Begins to gnaw itself with selfish craving;
Or, like a foul thing scarcely worth the saving,
Swoln up with wrath, desireth vengeance fine.
Haste, Lord, to help, when reason favours wrong;
Haste when thy soul, the high-born thing divine,
Is torn by passion’s raving, maniac throng.
A Prayer For You by Lenora McWhorter
I lifted you to the Lord today
as I spent some time in prayer.
I asked God to be near you
and your burdens help you bear.
I could feel the Father smile
each time I called your name
because I talk to Him quite often
and my prayers are the same.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is error, truth;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
And where there is sadness, joy.
Prayer is defined as a solemn request for help or expression of thanks addressed to God or another deity.
When you look for peace
then the peace lies within you
When you search for peace
then it is not hard to find
When you want to keep peace alive
then you allow white doves to fly over you
When you make peace with others
then the whole world live in your heart
When you let peace be in the world
then you live in wonderful world
When you allow peace flow around the world
then your hateness will go and love will flow
When you open the door for peace
then peace welcome to your lives.
Let the peace prevail in our wonderful world

🌿 Stories of Peace: A Community Storytelling Walk in the Park 🌿
Part of the Coventry Peace Festival 2025
What if stories could bring people closer, heal divisions, and inspire hope?
This November, Emerald Book Club invites you to experience just that at Red House Park, Coventry, as part of the Coventry Peace Festival 2025.
Stories of Peace: A Community Storytelling Walk in the Park will offer residents a calm, creative, and inclusive space to connect, reflect, and celebrate Coventry’s identity as a City of Peace and Reconciliation.
The event encourages people from diverse backgrounds to come together outdoors, share personal stories, listen to others, and build mutual understanding. Through storytelling and poetry, participants will explore themes of peace, forgiveness, and unity in a way that strengthens empathy and social cohesion.
This activity promotes mental wellbeing by combining gentle movement, nature, and creative expression. It will also help reduce isolation by creating opportunities for conversation, friendship, and intergenerational connection in a relaxed, welcoming setting.
By fostering dialogue and respect through the shared power of words, Stories of Peace will strengthen community spirit and highlight the importance of peace and reconciliation in everyday life.
Our event, Stories of Peace, is more than just a walk — it’s a journey through words, voices, and shared experiences.
As we stroll through the park’s peaceful paths, local storytellers and poets will share powerful tales and poems about peace, forgiveness, and unity.
Each stop along the walk will open a window into how storytelling connects us all — across generations, cultures, and communities.
Imagine spending an afternoon surrounded by nature, listening to stories that warm the heart and spark reflection.
Whether you want to listen, share, or simply be part of a peaceful moment, Stories of Peace is for you.
Together, we’ll celebrate Coventry’s proud legacy as a City of Peace and Reconciliation — and remind ourselves of the beauty found in every voice.
📅 Date: Saturday 8 November 2025
🕐 Time: 1–3 PM
📍 Location: Red House Park, Coventry
💫 Free Event | All Welcome | No Booking Required
Come walk with us.
Listen. Share. Connect.
Let’s tell stories that bring peace to our city — one step and one word at a time.
The Coventry Peace Festival celebrates the city’s ongoing role as a City of Peace and Reconciliation, offering creative and community-led events that promote unity, understanding, and hope.
Emerald Book Club is proud to be part of this year’s programme with support from Coventry City Council.

Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave,
Let me once know.
I sought thee in a secret cave,
And ask’d, if Peace were there,
A hollow wind did seem to answer, No:
Go seek elsewhere.
I did; and going did a rainbow note:
Surely, thought I,
This is the lace of Peace’s coat:
I will search out the matter.
But while I looked the clouds immediately
Did break and scatter.
Then went I to a garden and did spy
A gallant flower,
The crown-imperial: Sure, said I,
Peace at the root must dwell.
But when I digged, I saw a worm devour
What showed so well.
At length I met a rev’rend good old man;
Whom when for Peace
I did demand, he thus began:
There was a Prince of old
At Salem dwelt, who lived with good increase
Of flock and fold.
He sweetly lived; yet sweetness did not save
His life from foes.
But after death out of his grave
There sprang twelve stalks of wheat;
Which many wond’ring at, got some of those
To plant and set.
It prospered strangely, and did soon disperse
Through all the earth:
For they that taste it do rehearse
That virtue lies therein;
A secret virtue, bringing peace and mirth
By flight of sin.
Take of this grain, which in my garden grows,
And grows for you;
Make bread of it: and that repose
And peace, which ev’ry where
With so much earnestness you do pursue,
Is only there.
The Poem for Peace
Lay down the poppies let the white doves fly,
We all pray for peace is the new battle cry.
Heavy gun fire comes down overhead,
This never should happen as this shall be said.
Those guns and bullets that take all our young,
We all cry for peace let this song be sung.
Let’s lay down the guns, let’s lay down all arms,
So these noble young men can return to their cities and farms.
Peace now and forever is the new battle cry,
Repeating these words until the day I shall die.
A . W . Funston – Robertson
16-10-2024
When you look for peace
then the peace lies within you
When you search for peace
then it is not hard to find
When you want to keep peace alive
then you allow white doves to fly over you
When you make peace with others
then the whole world live in your heart
When you let peace be in the world
then you live in wonderful world
When you allow peace flow around the world
then your hateness will go and love will flow
When you open the door for peace
then peace welcome to your lives.
Let the peace prevail in our wonderful world
In Maya Angelou’s poem “When You Come,” the speaker reflects on the powerful emotions evoked by memories of the past. The imagery of forgotten rooms and cherished items symbolizes lost love and missed moments. The poignant expression of longing culminates in a heartfelt cry, revealing deep emotional connections tied to these memories.
Maya Angelou’s “Remembrance Poem” captures the profound longing and intimate connection between lovers. The poem evokes the warmth of shared moments, emphasizing physical touch and emotional resonance. Through vivid imagery, it conveys the speaker’s yearning for the lingering essence of love, highlighting the transformative power of intimacy and memory.
Maya Angelou’s “On The Pulse Of Morning” calls for unity and awakening amidst historical struggles. Nature—symbolized by the rock, river, and tree—invites humanity to confront the past, embrace peace, and strive for new beginnings. It emphasizes courage, hope, and the interconnectedness of all people as they seek a brighter future together.