A Pause in the Action

I leave the broom against the wall,

The leaves may gather, let them fall.

The laundry waits in silent heaps,

While time, at last, her promise keeps.


A steaming cup, a rustling tree,

A shaft of light that visits me—

The chores can wait, the world won’t end,

While I sit still with joy, my friend.


No ticking list, no urgent call,

Just peace that gently cloaks it all.

In breath I live, in pause I grow,

And let forgotten wonders show


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