“When peace comes we are made to wonder if we have been gifted with a godsend.” William Desmond

[Work-in-Progress]

Enough! I do have

enough. Easy friends, quick smiles,

generous gestures.

The ache of Springtime!

Sheer waste of blossoming trees,

pear, apple. Time’s gifts.

I get it. I own

nothing, am nothing, waiting

on nothing but God.

In vain. I grow old,

stunned to see so clearly what

I’ve taken for granted.

A kind of peace, yes;

beyond understanding; yes,

these floating blossoms.