There is a gentle peace that emanates
from the things not wanted but needed
from the fortunes not sought but found.
There is a simplicity that is curled up
in moments not expected but offered
in intimacy not earned but bestowed.
There is a contented joy that gleams
in the bleak places where love grows
in hollow shadows filled with grace.
There is an unpretentious acceptance
of wisdom contained in a conundrum
of the sanctuary crafted in letting go.