Every Day Serenity

Serenity every day,
I pray from the frayed edges
chaos rattling, pains howling

Laundry waits in piles
of incompletion – like my life –
demands eroding worth

Hush! I scold the voices
of discontent, the discord
exhausting – I am trying!

Serenity! I pray,
my hands are burdened,
my psyche losing ground

I stop and close my eyes
follow breath in and out
will myself to calm

Serenity steps in –
a moment of respite
available every day.

(Image my own)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

26 thoughts on “Every Day Serenity”

  1. Me too dear friend.
    “Serenity! I pray,
    my hands are burdened,
    my psyche losing ground”
    Hard to escape the madness sometimes. I hope you are doing well. I hope 2021 is a year of happiness, success and filled with joy my friend.

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  2. I love that second stanza. It is really a sad state of affairs that we have to make time for serenity! Sometimes for me I have to talk myself into it. I often find it in my morning walks, but there are many a day when I wake and think, I don’t want to walk, but I force myself and then come back feeling at peace. But, then the day begins….why is it we can’t find serenity in our daily tasks??

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  3. Oh my!
    “Laundry waits in piles
    of incompletion – like my life –
    demands eroding worth”

    A portrait of aging! So many things I’d like to accomplish before my clock runs out (like write a book on grieving) never get started because of ongoing demands and set-backs – laundry looms large with an elderly sometimes-incontinent dog in the house – and just the flood daily of mail that needs to be reviewed before discarding. I often end the day feeling my potential eroded.

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