Inner Peace
Inner Peace
Miracle Man
February 3, 2022
A soft breeze
rustles through dry grass,
and we observe time
being whispered from life.
Breeze and time
both leave imprints of having been,
whether time was piddling, or rife.
Some days,
are like gate hinges in constant squeak
from a deficiency of grease,
and found destined to live life in anguish,
are those living in search of inner peace.
“Until you make peace with who you are,
you’ll never be content with what you have.”
Doris Mortman
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2022
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