Peace
Peace
My brain rustles like leaves on a tree
Contemplating my future as I sip tea.
Imperfect in every way life has been near perfect
God's blessings to me, I couldn't predict.
What excitement tomorrow may bring
Bad memories I must not cling.
Each day I get older
My faith gets bolder.
My friends my family
Mean the most to me.
Comfort by the still water
Spiritual peace is the answer.
Copyright © Robert Moore
Copyright © Robert Moore | Year Posted 2019
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