As we enjoy warm, balmy weather and calm, sunny days, a lovely poem:
Peace
Pleace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore
It will not ebb like the sea.
I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.
I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies —
You are my deepening skies;
Give me your stars to hold.
Sara Teasdale
