Peace, like a river – wave after wave after wave after wave – gently turns dreams unrealized into Hope in bloom. Its bank is a haven for weary hearts, its waters a salve for wounded souls. And its source, Life itself, springs at the radical of Hope, following every root in its quest. Tonight, soak. Drown, if need be. The waters of Peace are roaring your name, calling you to find yourself in the very depths. Drink up, my dear. Life is waiting.