Between the place of peace and calm, Is a place of love, safe from harm.
To be content is to feel free,
It's a place where you can just be.
No restrictions, rules or wrongs,
a home, a soft place, knowing you belong.
To hold such a gift is greater than all the Jewells that shine,
It is precious, perfect, to some devine.
The weight we carry in search of this path, can be a heavy load.
And no doubt we will fall on this journey, this bumpy road.
We will struggle, but we'll keep on going,
to find contentment, its a place of knowing.
All the mess, the stress, the heaviness,
will one day be gone.
Empty of all that's wrong.
A pillow of warm filled silk to rest your head,
restore yourself, be yourself instead.
No more care of opinions and fitting in,
beauty, calm and no room for sin.
Just a space between the place of the here and there,
a place filled with love for all to share.
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Author:
sandra (
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Comments5
A lovely optimistic poem
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A beautiful first read of my day Sandra - thank you sincerely for this piece of positive space for which to aim.
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Lovely poem. 🙂
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What you describe is treasure for the human soul way above any material riches.
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