A growing piece of me wants to engage;
To say something to ease the rage
From the angry, agitated, inferno stage.
But another, larger part
Knows there’s wisdom in a quiet heart
Nestled in Great Mother’s arms
Where Holy Father keeps me from harms
We patiently observe all the alarms
No need to convince
No need to wince
No need for hints
It’s all as it should be
A very small part of eternity
We’re beginning to see with clarity
The fruits of Love’s labor
Have already saved her.