A ROOM WITHIN

Within my heart

is a house of many rooms.

Some need paint,

others smell so bad that I faint,

and then there are a few

from old days where gardens untended,

still though left alone flourished and grew.

But within the depths of I

there is a special room

that has never needed me to try

color or broom, plants or blooms.

It is the quiet eternal spot of peace.

I know where it is

but

my fault is forgetting that room

is where I find all of my troubles release.

In that quiet life renewing spot

that every living thing has got
growing with every breath made,

I can commune with the eternal side of me

that without recrimination e'er waits in peace

for my over long lengths of time away.

Waits for me there

simply to hold me in untroubled hands.

Soothing away all my cares

blocking the door from all my fears.

It is so much a part of being human to forget

that we share energy with all that is

be it seen or not

everything ever

created,

formed,

shaped

or

made.

© M Durfee

7/30/13