Morning peace and self-reflection
- an apathetic joy -
not caring for gain or worldly wealth,
but feeling joyful in the single moment.
This peace is new,
and welcome.
Strange that I would find this peace
apart from God (as I have known him)
and apart from religion
(the staple fare of most of my life.)
Yet, set adrift from these restraints,
I have found a simple peace and an easy joy
in finding good and kindness in all men,
in all moments,
in this time,
here.
Now.
When I feel fear and anxiety and
find myself in unfruitful rumination,
I have scrambled for the fruitless
pabulum of prayer and self-justification,
when all the while the ease of simple acceptance
and acknowledgement were waiting patiently for my use.
"That they are what they are, "
will quickly ease my heart faster now
than any heartfelt cry for peace or justice
from a god who is removed from the world, and
who seems wholly disinterested and uncaring.
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