The Sound of Peace

A Poem by Chi Nichole

The roar of the thunder. The whistle of the wind. The patter of the rain. Within these things I do not speak.
However I do think. Only one man has ever made me feel such peace.
His voice is the roar. His presence is the whistle. His walk is the patter.
He is every storm in every sky. He is the love I see with my eyes.
The sound of a child's laughter. He is the birds chirp as the sun begins to rise and
the sound of the last cricket you hear before you close your eyes at night.
The sound that welcomes me and makes me feel free.
He is the sound that will reach the very least. The absolute sound of peace.