KNOWING PEACE

Someone always knows

More than I;

So here I sit

And can only cry

That I am really nothing much

About which to sigh.

 

But when I realize

That most men and women

Count their lives

On little things

Like what the grape vine

To their table brings,

My mind soars

Near to heaven

And my heart

With the angels sings;

Thanking God

For the little blessing

That I know.

 

But what a leap

From there to peace,

Within my soul alone;

Where I can all my own sins

And weaknesses bemoan

To find myself

More loving

And much less

A man of stone,

Who wants

In the end

Eternity

To continue

To grow.

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