Peace doesn't come in a bottle it has to be something you slide into like a pair of shoes. With every step you become more confident. At first, the ground seems as if you're standing on ice. The taste of peace seems as if it belongs to someone else. You're not sure who exactly, maybe the people who testify about it. You on the other hand search for it it. After you learned how to walk across the river you look for it under every stone.

Peace takes the sting out of your tears and makes you smile at the evil doer. You wait to see when they are coming down stream. You won't trouble the waters--there are others standing in line. You just wave as they pass by chanting words and carrying the sign of peace.