And Then There Comes

And then there comes

that nameless contentment

when the day's doings are behind you,

an air of accomplishment ---

a reward you give to yourself:

a cold glass of water,

a cup of lemon tea.


There comes upon you

a foretaste

of the light that never fades

when the busy world is hushed

and our work is done.


And you curl up in bed

with a familiar book,

and for a few hours

you sleep, with the light still on.


You wake up to a world that says,

"Welcome back, kiddo.

Everything's more or less as you left it:

coffee in the kitchen,

books on the shelf,

cold cuts in the fridge,

a handful of friends in the world."


You nuke up some Café Listo.

You take the first sip.


You walk to the bathroom,

to the prayer corner,

to the closet.


Each step an act of trust,

each breath a grace.


It is right and just.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-05-21 at 07:47

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Grace. Yes, exactly.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Poetry is often a way to express dark thoughts. It is always a pleasure to read a poem of appreciation.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
The end of a satisfying day. You show a feeling of great content which is transferred to the reader. I enjoyed this.


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