Go perfect into peace

The late evening hours after often ones of reflection, invocation, prayer and rest. I recently came across this poem about rest in a book of children's poetry. It was written by an eleven year-old boy named Peter. It may not be the most Scientific poem, but the language is gorgeous -- and isn't this concept lovely? "Go perfect into peace." For me, it's a beautiful description of entering the sanctuary of heartfelt prayer. God, may our clean hearts become conscious of Your eternal peace tonight, "free of fiery fury, bathed in the glowing tears of dawn." :)

Sleep and dreams