Peace grows up in purple petals,

Vivid against the dense canvas

I’ve been walking in.

Words of healing collect like tiny pools of

Clear water,

Drop by precious raindrop.

I dip my finger into the coolness,

Appreciating the soothing flow

Against my tired skin.

Once more, the delights my Creator blessed me in

Obligingly assemble

And underscore the thickness of

Being heartsore

With the quieter beat of simple beauty

And I can move slowly into

Serenity above the chaos

Once again…