My eyes are closed 
but the sun is so bright and warm that I can see 
yellow, so very yellow,
and  
orange, so much orange, 
dark and deep orange, 
and I can feel love’s embrace 
in the warmth of the wind through my hair 
and across my face – 
is that honeysuckle I taste?
Oh, how lovely it all is 
and yet not the reason for my peace… 
…that alone is from and in and all around 
His voice. 

His voice 
speaking truth like a song I have always known;
His voice 
vibrant and soft and sown welcoming all along; 
His voice 
the reason for my peace on this journey to my one true home.  

Painting “Prince of Peace” by Yongsung Kim