Jabber and Gims, loved it.

The sensitivity of our souls are so very fragile,
On the outside we may be cool, and oh so very casual.

But our outer visage is often a mask
Disguising deep wounds, can be a task.

What is essential to live with inner peace?
I think I know. It’s always within our reach.

Rejoicing in just the little simple things
Whether it’s a sunbeam or how a child sings.

It’s the wind rustling leaves on a crisp fall day,
An orange yellow sunset across a sandy bay.

It’s shaking off all burdens, for they too will pass,
It’s breathing in and out, just plain living at last.

People will come and disappear, touch our lives and then go.
In the end, it’s only you, and the mustard seeds you have sowed.

New words

Twinkies, lunch box, recess, softball