There is no rhyme or reason
To what may bring us peace
Sometimes it is not obvious
Enigmatic to say the least
Sometimes it stares us in the face
From right before our eyes
Though we look right past it
To greener grass and bluer skies
We may reach for these things
And find them too much to endure
After the initial glow
Of discoveries new and raw
Then we must look within
Listen to our souls
For we have all that’s necessary
To allow our lives to unfold
Listen to the feelings
To the voices in your heart
Following your precious dreams
Is a damn fine place to start.
Trish Johnston 27th July 2014
