A Bliss
11/11/11
There is laughter now
In this modest home.
Simple pleasures abound
As they always have
Yet now they are cherished.
There is a hope for the future.
A confidence.
When before the future did not exist
In my mind
There was today and yesterday
Nothing more.
A paralysis. A void.
No concept of tomorrow.
I dared not venture there.
The days I awake with joy
Are multiplied
In this modest home
With no one beside me.
There is contentment
An acceptance.
There is peace
And love.
A longing I did not know I had
Has materialized before me.
My home is now a haven.
Beyond all reasoning of the mind
I have been lifted
Far above earthly pleasures
To an eternal bliss.
Now to sustain.
copyright 2011 Margaret Elizabeth Biggs