Narrow the days of discontent
and broaden the simple wonders.
Still the clamoring soul within
that worry the days
And keep the nights awake.
Needing so, the beauty of life
In a world disheveled with pain.
Shorten the sorrows
Which imprint the heart.
Reveal the sun
Which will end my rain.
from: Wanderings of a Wayward Heart,
Ponderings of a Well Found Soul