Peace Is

The fed infant falling asleep

In the crook of your cradling arm.

The cat beside you on the bed,

purring all night long.

As you meditate in your back yard,

songs of small birds in the trees.

The face of a beloved friend

smiling to see you again.

Standing under a warm shower

as the water runs over your shoulders.

Arriving home on a cold night,
coming in and closing the door.

April PAD Challenge 2014, day 8: Two for Tuesday — violent poem / peaceful poem. And this, of course, is the peaceful one.