NOW, SWEET NOW

When quiet has its way,

a subtle glow may grow

inside the heart’s heart.

One’s furnishings reflect

a different cast of light

when silence fills the room.

Consonance with core

allows a laying down

of petty weekday will.

All cells become as servants

to a Master higher than

the calls of sense and self.

True, jostlings and lacks

and irritating chores

await the coming down.

Dark evil, multiform,

may offer up its dirt,

and errors their regret,

but in this now, sweet now,

a subtle glow is growing

inside the heart’s heart.