Perfect Peace

Right now

I’m having 

To be quiet

So I can hear

The waves crash

And white sand

Burn my toes

Nature 

Speak

So I can rest

In a peace 

That smells 

Of salty sunscreen 

Restored

The organs

Play my 

Favorite hymns

The olfactory 

Is alive

As I 

Sit in

An empty pew

Alone I 

Am not

Speak

When my mouth

Goes silent 

My writing 

Does not 

I don’t recognize 

Who I am

And that is frustrating 

I’m in a fog

Hoping for

Mental clarity 

An inner peace 

That does leave

Retreat 

Or into

Exile 

Ciao

Memories 

Take me

Back

To a freezing

February

Wine drinking

In a Venetian

Gondola

I complained

Of chattering lips

And goosebumps 

And now

I long

For Acqua Panna

Gelato and Gucci

I had a taste 

Of la

dolce vita

And I dream

Of a place

That awakened

A heart

To new possibilities 

Land

Taking a ride

Out in the

Great outdoors 

Weeds caught

My eye

And my

Gratitude 

For what

Is often detested 

It’s in 

The weeds

Where we 

Grow in 

Immeasurable grace 

Apple

Apple picking off the tree the joys off fresh fruit and seeing God's handiwork in action

Lord

Thank you Lord for another birthday With each year i realize that your love for me isnt ending it's just beginning