Contentment Poem by Dr. Lalita Smith

When the lust for material things becomes cold
Like the ashes of a fire that once hotly burned
but its embers lie smoldering ~ turning grey with
the passing of time ~ whether there's heat or cold
disturbs not ~ for that matters no longer
only being in a place where I have no selfish desire
to chase after ~ is contentment.

When one becomes yielded to His higher will and
only what pleases Him matters and that becomes
the driving force that dictates choice and pursuit ~
Who I once was ceases to be and there remains
only a frail and humble subject waiting to be
commanded By Him ~ being in that place ~ is contentment.

When the most tender spot of a mother's heart yearns
for hands to hold, ears to hear and her eyes to gaze upon
the child who is driven far away in distance and desire
because of their wounded heart, but remains unsatisfied ~
she frets not but remains close in spirit by prayer, loving
completely and unconditionally without receiving those
desires satisfied ~she breathes contentment.

The type that comes only as one has learned to totally trust.

(Written 12.31.2004 @ 2: 12 p.m., Nashville, TN)