As autumn leaves continue to fall
And uncertainty outside makes us stall
What is it we do with this news of the day?
What is it we rush for, to get to, or away?
Knowing that peace is always here
Whether it’s surrounded by love or by fear
Is a gift that often goes unopened
Unknown, unseen and sometimes unspoken
But know it’s accessible whenever you pause
Close your eyes, just for a moment, just because…
Real life is below the surface of noise
That inner-voice, vision, truth, God. Our real poise.