The Missing Peace

I turned and turned and turned around,
Not knowing when to cease,
When, all at once, I found I’d found
The long-lost, missing peace.

The strange thing was I didn’t know
That that was what I’d sought.
No sooner did I see it, though,
Than that was what I thought.

I knew that that was what I am,
With nothing added on;
My nature’s gentle as a lamb
And tranquil as a swan.

And, now I’ve found this rich reward,
I know the place where love is stored.

Photo by Stephen Leonardi on Unsplash

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