And after all my vacant musings
And energy wasted in worry
I sit here, sorry.
For but a while I lay silent in my bath
Drowning in evaporating thoughts
Lamenting my stories.
He lets me ponder, flail, indulge my mind
And fill my soul with sand
On my self-made dry land.
Until a feather lays at my feet alone
And my little ones say my name
I suddenly understand.
The rays of sun wrap me in their love
And my stubborn perception is severed
Life opens, unfettered.
And after all my vacant musings
My weathered, jaded body
Returns again and remembers
Simple beauty,
Simple acts,
Simple words,
Pure love is simple.