Peace Is At Hand
Dust, slowly collecting on picture frames,
Tells me I need to get really, really busy,
Before people come over in a big tizzy,
Throwing around “needing help” claims.
“No.”, I sigh, “ Don’t be bullied by them,
For I have more important things to do,
Like writing a poem all the way through,
Before Shepherds arrive at Bethlehem.”
I am where I should be right now; Peace
Is at hand. Just breathe, accept the fact
That perfection is Angels doing their act,
And trying to please others has to cease.
Right now, I’ll stop trying to be in control,
Leaving God to gift Serenity in my soul.
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