SERENITY
The quest for inner peace
Serenity
Serenity feels like soft well-worn gloves,
That fit without thinking like the best paired of loves.
Or the calm… before an imminent storm is about to break,
The quiet is deafening and it is still… still on the lake.
Like breath hanging in the air on a cool wintry morn,
Before the wind whips it up and the quiet is torn.
Or when songbirds in spring set out at daybreak on their ritual sojourn,
To collect nesting materials and provide for their young still to be born
When the breeze is so light it luffs up the sails,
Or the glistening path of a long journeyed snail.
To watch for the fleeting seconds in time when the sun sets at days dying end,
Then watch in wonderment as the silent explosion of early evening unfolds upon us again.
It’s the magic of moment suspended in time,
Or the lyrical lilt of a well told old rhyme.
Like a single dew drop releasing its hold from a leaf,
First, a small trickle collects momentum until the moment of release.
Serenity is when one is content with all that they see,
And it starts with an inner peace carefully nurtured within me.
(2013)
Written to express the feeling of being content with ones self in spite of all the turmoil around
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