A short poem about letting go and just being at peace for a moment.
There is a well –in wooded grove–
Where oft’ I stumble in my mind.
There my soul is free to move
Among my thoughts, where dreams I find.
My worries –tossed down to the pit–
Are lost when by that well I sit,
And I may drink a moment’s bliss
And flee from life’s insidious hiss.
-Michael Sweeney (The Cave Tro11)