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 © | Year Posted 2019

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December 5, 2019 at 10:46 PM
Spiritual peace is the answer.
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