This is a poem I wrote a while ago on paper and I’m just now transferring it online because I was reading through some older works.
The Blessed Calm
I can feel it, just starting to come on.
Slowly–not steadily–but bit by bit,
A calm begins its descent
Onto a weary and troubled mind
Looking for rest.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow.
Of these, peace, perhaps, is my favorite.
All Great and Precious Things 