Quiet life
Each day exists at the selfsame pitch,
quiet, humdrum days that seem unsustaining;
But I can greet them without complaining,
my chain of life will e’en so be rich.
With some pearl necklace one can’t compare,
each link of which is a precious jewel;
of my deep joy and its true renewal
the outward glittering trace is rare.
A thread though, a hidden thread runs through
the calm, simple parts, their full sense ensuring,
my treasure’s this – a wholeness enduring,
whereby my heart beats with joy anew.To see the original poem, go to here
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