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.
Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2019
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