poem: the solitude of being
and the hope of each day

oh solitude I am learning thy name
beloved family and a few beloved friends are close
always room for the harmony of others

being in harmony with God’s grace, love, and hope
one does nothing and leaves nothing undone
living simply, each day (w)ho(l)ly new unto itself

solitude and harmony
not doing thus being
simply made new in the hope of each day

if I get to the little hidden green field
of wildflowers today,
it will be more than enough….

gratefully, letting your
heaven be the earth
below your feet

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
April  5, 2021

photos by Herb Stone