the way home
When stillness calls
and busy falls away
When errors fade
and joy fills up the day
When no more thought
is spent on what’s gone
When night has passed
and clear is the dawn
When all that is
is allowed just to be
When terror dreams
are transformed into glee
Here is the storm
quieted in the mind
Found is the peace
that’s been there all the time
becky forbes
5.1.24
Copyright © Becky Forbes | Year Posted 2024
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