Peaceful Best, a Poem by Mark Tulin

She feels grateful when she gazes toward the sky.

Her life appears hopeful; the warmth of the sun comforts

her sorrow.

 

When she peers down, she feels the cold of her troubles,

all the world’s turmoil.

Tears, with no way to stop the flow.

 

When she looks upward, she only sees the calm, deep blue.

She doesn’t see the strife or the sad pool of reflection

in her eyes.

 

She doesn’t long for or feel remorse

for the mistakes that she’s made.

Life’s problems seem inconsequential.

 

It’s just a beautiful expanse that envelopes time.

A universe with a friendly hello; a strong connection

with what her inner nature has to say.

 

When she looks high, her life

seems to float above everything else;

above worry, unwanted memories,

her disappointing journey.

 

Life becomes nothing more, nothing less

than the graceful movement of the earth’s rotation

at its peaceful best.

©️MFT