Saturday, June 17, 2006

Peace Profound

My life of pain is written
In the tears upon my face.
My capacity for joy is written
In the depth behind my eyes.

Understanding is reflected
In the timbre of my voice.
Peace Profound is waiting
In a chamber in my heart.

The events of each day
Form the path I must take
To reach the chamber
Holding ultimate bliss,

And gladly I walk
Through the refining fire,
To reach such an ultimate goal.

2 comments:

jim said...

I feel that every day, for real, the walk is such, the rejoicing in the walk is such, the purpose and goals and work of the walk is such.

Very good poem and very true and real.

Zareba said...

Thank you, Jim.