A small cluster of pink roses sits like a bouquet between two large shrubs of red blooms. There is a purity to them as they bask in the morning sun's rays.  Protected, they sit inside the cave of green leaves surrounding them, as if designed for a private display only. There are times when the world sees red but we see pink, beauty, and delicacy. The noise around us almost intends to detract us from the contentment that innocence and integrity offer. Yet, focused on the pure, we breath in peace again.


Where do you find peace?
What will it take to stay focused on the best in life?