In the quiet corners of the heart,
Where whispers trace the start,
Lies a peace that softly treads,
Beyond what chaos spreads.

It flows like a silent stream,
In the gentle hold of a dream,
Where troubles melt and fade,
Underneath the willow’s shade.

This peace, it knows no bound,
Nor needs a world profound,
It wraps the soul in a gentle embrace,
In the bustling crowd, a solitary space.

So precious, this serene expanse,
It comes not by luck nor chance,
But in moments small and grand,
It’s found in the palm of an open hand.

Understanding, a subtle guest,
In this peace, it finds its rest,
A calm that covers like evening dew,
Show me this peace, ever true.

April 25, 2024
Created by
MarkWaldrop