Poems of the Week

Quiet Revolution

Mine is a quiet revolution.

No fireworks light the sky

proclaiming liberation, just

the sure sense of presence

filling me with stillness.

I can't seem to worry

anymore, can't make myself

rush to finish what I once

deemed so important.  Instead,

I stand awestruck before the

sunrise, grateful for another

day to love and be loved--

so simple and so humling.

by Danna Faulds