I was blessed
With peace but
Patience not that
I prayed for
Now I have
It and understand
The calmness both
Bring waiting is
A profound blessing
I learned that
It’s best to
Allow a River
To free itself
From a logjam
Rather than me
Jumping pounding stomping
On the trees
Let the flow
Of your life
Free itself from
Complications have patience
To gain peace
A philosophy says
That each of
Us has three
True loves in
Life usually the
First is yourself
Only then can
You truly love
Another in my
Case I loved
First wandering in
The wilderness and
Finally loved me
It was a
Path of which
I don’t recommend
Concentrate on you
First and dance
There with you
Before you step
On another’s toes
The funny part
And one which
Most don’t get
Is that life
Works itself out
Oh we spend
So much time
Entertaining and chasing
These dreams that
We make up
That we miss
The simple things
That life gives
Take that deep
Breath kiss that
Child pet that
Puppy and sip
That steamy espresso
It’s in those
Senses where you’ll
Find most sense
And now the
Birds outside my
Windows have begun
To sing the
Tickling morning melodies
Awakening a sleepy
Saul who is
Stretching and yawning
Soft crimson east
Beyond the trees
Like the aroma
Of apple pie
Wafting through checker
Curtained kitchen windows
Or like your
Rough shadow as
It brushes against
My cheek kissing
Me good morning
And it came
Like a cautious
Step on a
Freshly iced pond
His voice from
Afar hesitant tentative
Like the hand
Of a child
To the jowls
Of sleeping dogs
It was not
What I expected
Or dreamed or
Thought it’d be
It was simply
A new stranger
Once again asking
For some time
Absent the cacophony
The bombshell barrage
Of our last
Campaign months ago
It is now
Peace time now
A time to
Collect the dead
And start over
Just as friends
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 