For I have a peace today
and I forgot to thank you.
I saw only my reflection in the mirror;
did not even think to look for yours.
I imagined I worked hard to claim —
even tho I prayed, Father, for you to grant me;
and thru the anquish —
thru the fear —
thru the mindless mental gyrations;
as fills with joy of the hidden rapture —
to remember is to complete, is the sweetness.