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.
2014.04.17.1100 ©
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