Calm . . . teeth unclenched,
open heart and open hand—a consenting—
needing all the sighs and soft breathings,
the sinking, deepening resolve that
enters in . . . and
nests in seclusion in my once
tormented
mind:
Even in eddying chaos that
niggles at my new found peace, there is intentional calm in this single moment of
time.
(11-11)
I like that! Did you compose it? Hope you are having a restful weekend. All the trees are outlines of black against the twilight sky as I look out the window. blogging is so restful. when else would I be sitting here loafing..grin. With a beautiful close of day at hand.
ReplyDeleteYes, I did. Thanks. And the pic is from yesterday. It was a wonderful cloudy day. I much prefer clouds to blue!
ReplyDeleteBlogging is fun--a way to be creative again after so many have-tos.
Enjoy your evening. Oh, no. Time change! :-)
Nope, I'm not Canadian, I just misspelled practice!
ReplyDeleteHa! :-) That's funny. Growing up, if practice was a noun it had a c; if it was a verb, it had an s. Makes sense, I think. It's the British way, too. Probably all comes back to the Norman French! It took me awhile to get it straight, living in the States.
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