Humble pie

I’ve never sought fame,
and I’ve never searched for fortune,
even though the hand I was dealt
was such a small portion.
But when you’re used to having little,
brimming isn’t what you need.
Your life becomes humble,
never filled with pointless greed.
So, I’m thankful for my lot in life;
I’ve been doing just fine.
Meager but abundantly happy
and wonderfully resigned.

© 2025 Michelle Cook


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Sanctuary of love

As the day drifts by,
I sit alone,
lost in the land
of blackened stone.

But the air is clear,
and the sky is blue,
and it’s the glory of this place
that sees me through.

If I’m stranded knee-deep,
stuck in regret,
this is my chosen place
to toss my net.

Then I sit and wait
for my mind to lift;
a gentle breeze
allows my thoughts to shift.

My quest for answers
consumes my brain,
but sitting here stills
what my body can’t tame.

Then I forget the years
and the people I know
and allow the earth
to choose where I go.

Whispers of peace
tickle my ears,
reminding me to let go
of all of my fears.

And the day carries on
as I jump to my feet,
seeing the good
in everyone I meet.

Blessed for the time
I’ve had in this place,
a sanctuary of love
filled with grace.

© 2022 Michelle Cook