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.
Copyright © Krystal Cochrane | Year Posted 2012
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