Peace Within
PEACE WITHIN
For now I feel
Cast adrift
Searching for
A source uplift
Seeking to mend
Any rift
Vacillating
One state to another
I do shift
Bitter and sweet
Do meet
While I between them
Do seat
Searching in life
To be complete
When misdirection
Is replete
Yet I refuse
To admit defeat
Many a distraction
Doth delude
A hearts desire
Doth elude
While from other founts
Doth weariness exude
While from our goals
They do preclude
I see all this
From a distance
Easing my resistance
Slipping to
Tests insistence
Finally turning on High
For assistance
Knowing in the end
The requisite persistence
And now I find
A peace
come over me
And find solace
In who to be
And care not
whether others see
Tis not some glorious destiny
Nor is it infamy
Nor could I
this state foresee
It rests simply
In the words “to be”
-Shiidon, April 2011
I find myself ready to write and the nib of my pen (fountain pen) rests in my hand but millimeters from the paper and yet the first words don't form. I sit poised ready in thought and meditation. Then, of a sudden, the pen drops and the words flow. Such is what happened tonight. In but a few weeks my youngest child is hoping to graduate from High School and will wing her way to adulthood. She is already making plans for her life. My oldest has told me he wants to follow in the footsteps of his Grandfather and his brother is planning his return to college this fall. Me, well, the poem says it all in some ways.
Happy Ridvan to my Bahá'í friends.