inner peace

Speak of it to no one.

It comes unbidden,

silvered by the moon,

shadowed by the sun,

and slips blithely through the wall of the mind

to hang its hat upon the door of your soul.

Bask in its radiance.

Savor its tender caress.

Eat of the fruit of its tree.

But speak of it to no one,

lest it grow wings upon your tongue

and fly away.

by Rev. Simeon Nartoomid
August 5, 2002