Contentment is a moth-wing goal.
If it were a taste, it would be warm fruit pie a la
mode.
Like others, I searched for years for this fragile
piece/peace.
If it were a sound, it would be the burbling belly-
laughs of a group of children.
However, I, too, fell short of achieving it.
If it were a sight, it would be two people in an
extended embrace.
The deluge of worldly sorrows suffocates this
elusive desire.
If it were a smell, it would be the head of a baby,
fresh from bathtime.
Therefore, if you are one of the blessed who knows tranquility, savor and extend it forward.
And if it were a color, it would be soft and inviting and
in the perfect shade for your skin tone.
Thank God for counselors, some family members,
devoted friends and his Holy Presence in my life.
If it were a final goal, it would be who to stand shoulder-to-
shoulder with forever.
I am grateful for all who helped me to move from the
dark, depressive shackles into this present space of
warm light.
If it were a hope, it would be world peace.
This is a space illuminating God’s grace and
forgiveness.
If it were a dream, it would be all the people who love
you, together, in one beautiful room, anticipating your
arrival.
I accept my shortcomings and all things I cannot
change.
And if it were a problem, it would be which new pair
of shoes would look best today.
Letting go and self-forgiving are critical milestones in
one’s search for peace.
If it were a promise, it would be the ability to handle
whatever life deals out.
Thank God, I finally have accepted both as my new
reality.
If it were a physical sensation to touch, it would be
sunshine radiating on a face.
I am finally content.
And if it were an inner sensation, it would be how it
feels every day to be friends with wonderful, thoughtful, generous you,
who is finally happy, at last.