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  • Writer's pictureCarol Wawrychuk

Peace


I awake

to anxious thoughts.

A fitful sleep

stirring

unwanted images.

 

Where are you God?

Why this?. . .again!

I wanted                                                                                            

peace today.

 

I busy myself

searching for calm.

I listen for words

to quiet the voices.

 

Nothing fits.

Nothing works.

 


Until. . .

I sit next

to the Bonsai.

Delicate branches

whisper to me

of the gentle soul

that tends

its growth.

 

A ceramic deer

resting in the moss

gazes

past my layers

into my heart.

 

Oh, you ARE here God!

I almost forgot

to look

at the familiar

for a glimpse

of the extraordinary.

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