Freedom,,,and peace

For those who live with fear and who have to watch their back or check the footsteps behind them, for those who know the taste of dryness in their mouth and the thumping of their heart in the still of the night at the slightest sound, for those who lie awake in the dark with their nerves taut, for those who walk the days with uncertainty in every minute - for them freedom and peace have so much meaning. Freedom is so obvious when one does not have it, and peace is recognised and valued, when one has known the restlessness of a peace-less existence of walking on shards of emotional glass.

For those who do not know the meaning of what it means to have each day arrive as an unwelcome intruder into the blessedness of sleep and oblivion, and for those who do not awake in the night screaming in terror at the nightmares galloping through the brain - for these the only appropriate response is to wake up every morning and give thanks for the gift of freedom and peace. Freedom to live and peace to love, laugh and enjoy life.

For many around the world, freedom and peace are but words they read and expressions they understand from other people's faces. Never in their own faces that stare back at them from their mirrors.

I wonder what the "peace that passes all understanding" is like? I have never been very sure about what it really means.