Evening Grace

Sitting down at the kitchen table, A warm plate of freshly cooked Food before me - pausing To prepare to give thanks for the day, I all of a sudden see that ease Has crept in – all on its own – And begun to find a home In the body of my life, Without me knowing it had arrived. Breathing in, I feel Tiny tendrils of peace Twirling and opening out, Taking root, in the new found Space in my day - in my heart - Spreading warm comfort Throughout - and - into my core, Bringing with it ripples Of expanding quiet joy As I breathe out. Feeling already full, bowing my head I take hold of the loving hand Reaching out for mine, In silent gratitude, I welcome This easy peace, and my Self, home.