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Contentment
-A Poem About Gratitude
In the quiet heart of my day,
Where golden light and shadows mingle,
I find my peace, serene, complete,
Contentment blooms beneath my feet.
No restless longing, no thirst unquenched,
No striving for what others clench,
For all I have, I now can see,
It is more than wealth; it’s complete and free.
The world may offer endless chase,
A higher peak, a faster pace,
But joy is found in moments still,
In hands that hold, in hearts that will.
A full heart, with thanks embraced,
Knows joy that cannot be erased.
For what we have, though small it seems,
It is more than all our fleeting dreams.
The hunger grows, but ne’er is fed,
When we chase gold or fame instead.
But gratitude, a gentle flame,
It can light the dark and remove the shame.
To know that less is often more,
To cherish what you’re living for,
This brings a peace, a quiet grace,
A stillness in the frantic race.
For nothing fills the human soul,
Like learning, we are truly whole.
Contentment blooms where thanks begin,
And with it, peace is born within.
