In the Lull of Life

I find it easy in the lull of life,

(Which happens all too seldom),

To write prose and verse which ring philosophical,

And which speak of beauty and wisdom with little strife.

I envy Thoreau’s time at Walden Pond’s edges of flowers,

Where he could write of man’s desperate plight,

Without having to spend those same angst filled hours,

For he had no worries of rent or food, or providing for others,

Surrounded there by beauty and nature.

But philosophy and wisdom are gained,

In the having of and rising above,

Some desperate and difficult times,

And in learning that even in those moments,

There can be found reprieve,

And that beauty and peace reside inside.