A new peace descends
It’ll probably be displaced by some scurrying, unexpected,
For this moment
Trouble, lofty pursuits,
(Than savoring a bit of quiet)
Seem a little trumped up
(a little silly?)
I don’t mean to judge
It’s just that
This new peace that’s descended
Seems enough to accomplish most anything
– Seems like everything –
Without lots of trying
And I do hope that this basking
Will serve to extend it
If even a little further…
Thank You, Lord.
Before uncertainty, wit’s end, torn places
Before confusing, unfamiliar, troubling spaces
Before unkind, frowning, scowling faces.
All wide open and new
All quiet, serene, with no people in view
Stretched out and ahead
Before sapped strength,
Deferred hope, and fresh reasons for dread.
Fresh start. Hopeful. Still tackle-able.
Before unsure, full-on, and neurotically unstable.
Before all this wretchedness
Crowds out all this goodness
When the day’s potential’s
All fair and endless.
After coffee, before crashes
Before misunderstanding, disappointment, or miscommunication’s backlashes.
After prayer, before talking.
Before progress or insight or bad news that is shocking.
And just me
And just peace therein,