A Balm So Smooth

I’m feeling blue, but that’s OK For I was there to start the day But carried forth with steadfast calm Still searching for a healing balm I’ve found it but a time or two And known relief, but far too few Like pollywogs or canyon wren It slipped my fingers, . . . gone again! This balm won’t fit within a jar Elusive as a fallen star It only comes when I can say “I’ve done my very best today!” ‘Tis then I feel that peaceful touch That I have searched and longed for much ‘Tis then I use this balm so smooth To heal my heart, my soul to sooth.