From my ruminations this morning.
It is a myth, a mirage.
Not this pot of gold at the end of a rainbow;
Rather; joy, love, found in the imperfect.
Appreciate the beauty of what is. Imperfect.
That a path, the path to joy, peace, calm;
And the gold: love of the neighbour.
Find peace in a hurricane,
Calm in a storm;
See the gold in a muddy deluge;
Contentment in life on earth.
©GayUganda 09 Nov. 07