Serenity

Peace Comes to you in shapes unassuming At times when you have a need Desperately Desperate yearnings to catch your breath Peace has its own price As does everything in the living years Softly spoken like the gentle touch of a friend It comes to you with a slow thought One you cannot help but to desire and embrace One you wish to savour So it is that you do In the beginning you do Eventually as with all things you ask yourself Why? Why has this come to me now? Why at this time? Why in this moment? Why has it taken me so long to find? So it is that you ask and ask again why? And so it goes And so it goes I have found peace Or perhaps peace has found me And though it begs me to question To ask why I won’t . . . No I will not ask myself why Instead I will do the hardest and greatest thing I know I will accept this gift I have I am at peace . . .