Poetry, Reflections


Peace arrives on silent, soft-tipped wings…

Not the flight of Doves this time,

but the nocturnal journey of Owl.

For there is wisdom to be gained,

and treasures to be sought

in the times when others sleep.

And I have travelled much too far,

and sacrificed too much

to come away with naught…

So, sitting here in early morn,

all birds silent but the Crow

my late-night labors left behind,

my Being feeling Whole…

And peace settles all around me,

deep within each pore,

knowing I have done all I could,

and should,

and Time requires nothing more…


May such peace find you all this day…



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