You cannot force
A bloom to rise,
Nor hurry morning
To your skies.
But if you pause,
Relax your guard,
Then light will enter—
Soft unbarred.
No need to hunt
The peace you seek;
It waits beneath the
Noise, yet speaks
A voice of friendship,
Not command,
Just breathe and pause.
Reach out your hand.
Joy grows where
Pressure disappears;
Listening well.
Then it comes near!
What you choose
Begins the art
Of allowing Joy
Into your heart.
Cloudia Charters