In the Calm

leave your noise at the meadow door pass barefoot along the forest floor your work and your money are not so grand as the shade of an old maple that shares the land sit with me where we can spy on the elusive bird set to fly trills of Peace fall on deaf ears as much of your time on lifeless years look only so far for happiness in gain accumulation heavy with pain needs are objects wanting more too busy for living while you're keeping score. measure your worth by the kindness you give and give of it freely to all who live there are none undeserving of compassion and grace you are not the judge at the end of the race.