Serenity

Serenity, I seek you.

I speak a word, though hurt;

A plea to meet you.

Greet me as a weary traveler,

With miles on my feet,

My scenery unraveled.

And baffled though I be,

By broken roads that I have traveled,

Slowly do I come to see

Your light.

In time, I clear my mind.

The tears that nearly drowned me,

Now they flow with friends around me.

In my stubborn, muddy slog

Abounds a practice that can ground and guide me.

Freed from clouds that crowded out my light

Amidst my sighs,

I find again the brightness that I thought

I left behind.

I fly;

My wings reach out and touch the suchness

Of my much beloved sky.

And though the rains may come again,

And threaten to upend my mending,

Now I know,

This storm is not the ending.

And as I venture tiptoes first,

Again, into my sacred life upon this Earth,

I tend to all my garden,

With a loving hug that knows my worth.

Dear Serenity,

I see you.

I'm grateful for the grace of my rebirth.