This Morning Has Its Silence And Peace Poem by Shalom Freedman

THIS MORNING HAS ITS SILENCE AND ITS PEACE

This morning has its silence and its peace
Life can be a pleasure when
One owns one's own time
And no longer needs
To meet the world
The day opens slowly to a rhythm of one's own
And step by step it proceeds
Happily and easily

Life can be a pleasure in rest
However brief the time
In a moment for an interval
This day only perhaps
Peace and silence and rest
As if all the universe were created
For one's own small little pleasure alone.