Mercy Calm

The search for peace takes us through a dizzying array of empty promises and seductive turns of phrase. As I have complained on previous occasions, most are far more articulate about what life is the absence of rather than of what it's presence consists. This peace for which I yearn is not a vague spiritual inner calmness, which would be mine for the taking if only I stopped failing at... (You fill in the blank with the religious, metaphysical or special interest group prerequisite of your choice.)
My search... my hope... is for a peace that takes the form of a capacity to make choices. Choices made with neither certainty nor vindication. Only the suspicion, upon which we will bet everything, that at the end of the day, there is mercy.