DISCONTENT

DISCONTENT
Then was the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by a pop of cork …
True under examination of our content
With ample food, knife, spoon and fork!

Blessings abound in this home in Devon
We are content to call this our Heaven.
A mild eco-climate that’s gentle on the corps
Sharing this place and thrilled to the core.

Taking its own time to find resolution
We’ve come up with many a solution.
As necessity is the mother of invention
She has provided our perfect position.

As the dust settles and calm is restored
Physical replaced by spiritual and adored!
Such peace amid the turmoil of the world
Banners of beauty now released and unfurled.

Discontent recedes from the mind
Replaced by thanksgiving, we find
A new level of consciousness
You may coyly call happiness!

Wishing that same level to all
In the throes of movement’s pall
The end comes when it comes
Singing your song with thrums, and drums?

Home is where the heart is, and you are!
What brings the senses down to par?
Nothing like downsizing for a start,
But don’t put the horse behind the cart.

Think, desire, act on it, magnify and enhance
You’ll be surprised as you sing and dance
Your discontent and cares into the distance,
As you bless your present heavenly chance!
© David Tenneson – 2016

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3 Responses to DISCONTENT

  1. This verse made me smile David
    “Home is where the heart is, and you are!
    What brings the senses down to par?
    Nothing like downsizing for a start,
    But don’t put the horse behind the cart.” 🙂

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