Can solitude be wrapped up inside,
instead of outside?
Not because of sadness,
but open ears and closed eyes?
Can bees buzzing become
the fan’s oscillating whirring?
The ocean’s tides be a pile of plush carpet?
How about the river just a washing machines shiver,
the steady kurplunk of raindrops
be a faucet’s drip … drip?
Perhaps instead of the breeze swishing through trees
our soul finds solace in a curtain’s tease?
Did lightning flash,
or is that just the glow of the lamp?
Thunder … a dryer’s hum?
Have you seen a great mountain peak
turn into a valley
when the clothes have been folded or hung?
Is the hue of the flower the same as a polished finger
smelling a rose a candle’s glow?
Fire’s rage through the haven of a fireplace
animals growl creaky foundations pleasure?
Darkness of night entranced in sleepless dreams
horror’s fright made exquisite from a staircase gleam?
A garden’s maze is a hallway’s delight
kindred spirits through glass pane’s shine?
Grace is amazing in every day life
not just in the extraordinary details
of a nature’s plight.
Faith made real on a shiny wood floor
Mercy is shown through an open door.
Love is given through a table feast
Life is a camera captured with the pitter-patter of feet.
In a world of chaos, there is a difficulty in finding a place of solitude. As a stay-at-home-mother, I often found it almost impossible to find a time of respite or retreat. This poem is a look at how to find such a place of peace without leaving home.
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From My Heart to Yours,