Peace,
like raindrops
is watering my soul
Not a mighty river
as yet,
but a small puddle gently pooling
Along the edges
beginning to seep toward the center~
not yet a saturation
But a promise
of what is to come~
a warm summer shower, perhaps
Bringing beauty to the earth
Coaxing forth new life
after a seemingly bottomless drought
No, not yet
“peace like a river thru my soul”
but something infinitely more genteel
An unhurried current
so as not to bruise a tender reed
brushing sweetly
by with grace.